Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.

Always tell what you feel. Do what you think.

But he could not renounce his infinite capacity for illusion at the very moment he needed it most... he saw fireflies where there were none.

The world is divided into those who screw and those who do not. He distrusted those who did not—when they strayed form the straight and narrow it was something so unusual for them that they bragged about love as if they had just invented it.

I think that the idea that I'm writing for many more people than I ever imagined has created a certain general responsibility that is literary and political. There's even pride involved, in not wanting to fall short of what I did before.

She would say, "Someone should invent something to do with things you cannot use anymore but that you still cannot throw out.

She knew that it would not be easy to submit to his miserliness, or the foolishness of his premature appearance of age, or his maniacal sense of order, or his eagerness to as for everything and give nothing at all in return, but despite all this, no man was better company because no other man in the world was so in need of love.