I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

Either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.

It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.

I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never write anything but mediocre poetry.

Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home.

No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.