...and yet could swear it was just then that I fell in love. It wasn't, of course, simply the onions -- it was the sudden sense of an individual woman, of a frankness that was so often later to make me happy and miserable.

He felt the loyalty we feel to unhappiness - the sense that is where we really belong.

Sentimentality - that's what we call the sentiment we don't share.

You cannot control what you love--you watch it driving recklessly towards the broken bridge, the torn-up track, the horror of seventy years ahead.

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

love had turned into "love affair" with a begining and an end.

It's a pity people pick and choose what they learn from the Bible.