In all the houses keys to memorizing objects and feelings had been written. But the system demanded so much vigilance and moral strength that many succumbed to the spell of an imaginary reality, one invented by themselves, which was less practical for them but more comforting.

One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.

Give me a prejudice and I will move the world.

She searched the truth with an anguish almost as great as her terrible fear of finding it .

The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own, serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.

Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love.

It was, at last, real life, with my heart safe and condemned to die of happy love in the joyful agony of any day after my hundredth birthday.