Sacrificers are not the ones to pity. The ones to pity are those they sacrifice.

What is being said is the effect of something that has happened; at the same time, what is being said is in itself something happening, which will, in turn, leave its effect.

That is partly why women marry - to keep up the fiction of being in the hub of things.

People in love, in whom every sense is open, cannot beat off the influence of a place.

Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.

Don't you understand that all language is dead currency? How they keep on playing shop with it all the same.

Love of privacy - perhaps because of the increasing exactions of society - has become in many people almost pathological.