It was a well-known fact that the richness of buttery foods led to the moral ruin and confusion of the intellect.

The nurse knew that those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with words.

She was seventeen, her entire life shining on her lips.

I turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I'm the stranger.

Our world will not die as the result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, or making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that.

... , listening to the storm outside as it left the city, knowing that I was going to lose her but also knowing that, for a few minutes, we had belonged to one another, and to nobody else.

I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.