I no longer know If I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea.

You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.

Love has as few problems as a motor car. The only problems are the driver, the passengers, and the road.

Nothing is as deceptive as a photograph.

Going to pieces. To go to pieces so pointlessly and unnecessarily.

My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted.

. . . The books we need are the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that make us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, or lost in a forest remote from all human habitation-a book should serve as an axe for the frozen sea within us.