Another head - and a black alpaca jacket and a serviette this time - to tell us coffee is ready. Not before it is time, too.

The only true aristocracy is that of consciousness.

All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

When I wish I was rich, then I know I am ill.

One man isn't any better than another, not because they are equal, but because they are intrinsically other, that there is no termof comparison.

Only the flow matters; live and let live, love and let love. There is no point in love.

If a novel reveals true and vivid relationships, it is a moral work, no matter what the relationships consist in. If the novelisthonours the relationship in itself, it will be a great novel.