Darling, I don't want you; I've got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don't want the whole of anyone.... What you want is the whole of me-isn't it, isn't it?-and the whole of me isn't there for anybody. In that full sense you want me I don't exist.

All good dialogue perhaps deals with something unprecedented.

Disappointment tears the bearable film off life.

Nothing can happen nowhere. The locale of the happening always colours the happening, and often, to a degree, shapes it.

Meeting people unlike oneself does not enlarge one's outlook; it only confirms one's idea that one is unique.

We are minor in everything but our passions.

Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.