God save us always,' I said 'from the innocent and the good.

I thought I am kissing pain and pain belongs to You as happiness never does. I love You in Your pain. I could almost taste metal and salt in the skin, and I thought, How good you are. You might have killed us with happiness, but You let us be with You in pain.

Failure too is a form of death.

...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.

When we are not sure, we are alive.

Reality in our century is not something to be faced.

Lies had deserted me, and I felt as lonely as though they had been my only friends.