It was strange how easy being tired enough made it.

If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

They say the seeds of what we will do are in all of us, but it always seemed to me that in those who make jokes in life the seeds are covered with better soil and with a higher grade of manure.

Do not think about sin, he thought. There are enough problems now without sin. Also I have no understanding of it.

Because Fascism is a lie, it is condemned to literary sterility. And when it is past, it will have no history, except the bloody history of murder.

The sea is the same as it has been since before men ever went on it in boats.

But in the meantime all the life you have or ever will have is today, tonight, tomorrow, today, tonight, tomorrow, over and over again (I hope).