And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.
Never presume yours is a better morality.
He felt the loyalty we feel to unhappiness - the sense that is where we really belong.
The truth has never been of any real value to any human being - it is a symbol for mathematicians and philosophers to pursue. In human relations kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.
Like some wines our love could neither mature nor travel.
So much of a novelist's writing, as I have said, takes place in the unconscious: in those depths the last word is written before the first word appears on the paper. We remember details of our story, we do not invent them.