As long as one suffers one lives.

Happiness is never really so welcome as changelessness.

There was always another side to a joke, the side of the victim.

For God's sake stop making people in your image. Harry was real. He wasn't just your hero and my lover. He was Harry. He was in a racket. He did bad things. What about it? He was the man we knew.

Despair is the price one pays for setting himself an impossible aim.

Pain is easy to write. In pain we're all happily individual. But what can one write about happiness?

If I had to choose between life in the Soviet Union and life in the U. S. A. , I would certainly choose the Soviet Union.