Reality in our century is not something to be faced.

For a good man fame is always a problem.

As the end of the what is called the 'sexual life' the only love which has lasted is the love which has everything, every disappointment, every failure and every betrayal, which has accepted even the sad fact that in the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship.

To comfort me is like the wrong memory at the wrong place or time: if one is lonely one prefers discomfort.

Life would go out in a 'fraction of a second' (that was the phrase), but all night he had been realizing that time depends on clocks and the passage of light. There were no clocks and the light wouldn't change. Nobody really knew how long a second of pain could be. It might last a whole purgatory--or for ever.

God created a number of possibilities in case some of his prototypes failed - that is the meaning of evolution.

It was like having a box of chocolates shut in the bedroom drawer. Until the box was empty it occupied the mind too much.