Pain is easy to write. In pain we're all happily individual. But what can one write about happiness?
God save us always,' I said 'from the innocent and the good.
He entered the territory of lies without a passport for return.
In a mad world it always seems simpler to obey.
When I replied that I loved her too in that way, I was the liar, not she, for I never lose the consciousness of time: to me the present is never here: it is always last year or next week.
I never knew a man who had better motives for all the trouble he caused.