What people are ashamed of usually makes a good story.

Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.

The rich get richer and the poor get - children.

All she wanted was to be a little girl, to be efficiently taken care of by some yielding yet superior power, stupider and steadier than herself. It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream

One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.

She confused him and hindered the flow of his ideas. Self-expression had never seemed at once so desirable and so impossible.

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.