He's satisfied with himself. If you have a soul you can't be satisfied.
Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.
The problem of pretending to be alive.
And there, in that phrase, the bitterness leaks again out of my pen. What a dull lifeless quality this bitterness is. If I could I would write with love, but if I could write with love I would be another man; I would never have lost love.
I had committed myself: without love I'd have to go through the gestures of love.
This (Vietnam) was a land of rebellious barons. It was like Europe in the Middle Ages. But what were the Americans doing here? Columbus had not yet discovered their country.