Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either egotism, selfishness, evil - or else an absolute ignorance.

Yesterday I went home with him and we did the usual things. I haven't the nerve to put them down, but I'd like to, because now when I'm writing it's already tomorrow and I'm afraid of getting to the end of yesterday. As long as I go on writing, yesterday is today and we are still together

Politics, war, marriage, crime, adultery. Everything that exists in the world has something to do with money.

When I began to write our story down, I thought I was writing a record of hate, but somehow the hate has got mislaid and all I know is that in spite of her mistakes and her unreliability, she was better than most. It's just as well that one of us should believe in her: she never did in herself.

Beauty is like success: we can't love it for long.

We never get accustomed to being less important to other people than they are to us.

My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.