Lies had deserted me, and I felt as lonely as though they had been my only friends.
Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.
For a good man fame is always a problem.
It is the storytellers task to elicit sympathy and a measure of understanding for those who lie outside the boundaries of State approval.
I wish sometimes you had a few bad motives, you might understand a little more about human beings.
And there, in that phrase, the bitterness leaks again out of my pen. What a dull lifeless quality this bitterness is. If I could I would write with love, but if I could write with love I would be another man; I would never have lost love.