Any man who knocks on the door of a brothel is looking for God.
He was like a child with haemophilia: every contact drew blood.
Lies had deserted me, and I felt as lonely as though they had been my only friends.
In the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship.
Innocence is a kind of insanity
Ordinary life goes on--that has saved many a man's reason.