I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.

Good God, what does it matter? If life is a tragedy, or a farce, or a disaster, or anything else, what do I care! Let life be what it likes. Give me a drink, that's what I want just now.

She looked at him, and oh, the weariness to her, of the effort to understand another language, the weariness of hearing him, attending to him, making out who he was, as he stood there fair-bearded and alien, looking at her. She knew something of him, of his eyes. But she could not grasp him. She closed her eyes.

That's how women are with me " said Paul. "They want me like mad but they don't want to belong to me.

Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose.

An illusion which is a real experience is worth having.

Don't you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?