Solitary and farouche people don't have relationships; they are quite unrelatable.

Reason can never reconcile one to life: nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.

Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk.

In 'real life' everything is diluted; in the novel everything is condensed.

This, my first [bicycle] had an intrinsic beauty. And it opened for me an era of all but flying, which roads emptily crossing theairy, gold-gorsy Common enhanced. Nothing since has equalled that birdlike freedom.

I think the main thing, don't you, is to keep the show on the road.

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.