If it could only be like this always - always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper.

Enclosing every thin man, there's a fat man demanding elbow-room.

I had been there before; I knew all about it.

... To know and love one other human being is the root of all wisdom.

One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.

You can't ever tell what's going to hurt people.

I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world.