You see I kept asking myself then: why am I so stupid that if others are stupid—and I know they are—yet I won't be wiser?

In summer, intolerable closeness; in winter, unendurable cold. All the floors were rotten. Filth on the floors an inch thick; one could slip and fall.

You sensed that you should be following a different path, a more ambitious one, you felt that you were destined for other things but you had no idea how to achieve them and in your misery you began to hate everything around you.

Loving someone is different from being in love with someone. You can hate someone you're in love with

Lying to ourselves is more deeply ingrained than lying to others.

There is no subject so old that something new cannot be said about it.

Everywhere I am the object of an unbelievable esteem, the interest in me is, quite simply, tremendous.