... how I understand that love of living, of being in this wonderful, astounding world even if one can look at it only through theprison bars of illness and suffering! Plus je vois, the more I am thrilled by the spectacle.

He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.

There was no use in trying to emancipate a wife who had not the dimmest notion that she was not free.

[I]t's safer to be fond of dangerous people.

... how I understand that love of living, of being in this wonderful, astounding world even if one can look at it only through theprison bars of illness and suffering! Plus je vois, the more I am thrilled by the spectacle.

Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.

I don't believe in God, but I do believe in His saints.