She loved him absolutely, perhaps for half an hour.

Long books, when read, are usually overpraised, because the reader wishes to convince others and himself that he has not wasted his time.

Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.

Those who search for truth are too conscious of the maze to be hard on others...

...the true spirit of gastronomic joylessness. Porridge fills the Englishman up, and prunes clear him out.

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?

Outside the arch, always there seemed another arch. And beyond the remotest echo, a silence.