He had stylized himself--life was easier that way. He had chosen a physical mould just as writer chooses a technical form.

Childhood was the germ of all mistrust. You were cruelly joked upon and then you cruelly joked. You lost the remembrance of pain through inflicting it.

He entered the territory of lies without a passport for return.

Thought's a luxury. Do you think the peasant sits and thinks of God and Democracy when he gets inside his mud hut at night?

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

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

Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time, and sometimes it seemed to me that her abandonment touched that strange mathematical point of endlessness, a point with no width, occupying no space.