Sooner or later... one has to take sides. If one is to remain human.

All good novelists have bad memories.

As long as nothing happens anything is possible.

He's satisfied with himself. If you have a soul you can't be satisfied.

Friendship is something in the soul. It is a thing one feels. It is not a return for something.

With Your great schemes, You ruin our happiness like a harvester ruins a mouse's nest: I hate You, God, I hate You as though You existed.

They had been corrupted by money, and he had been corrupted by sentiment. Sentiment was the more dangerous, because you couldn’t name its price. A man open to bribes was to be relied upon below a certain figure, but sentiment might uncoil in the heart at a name, a photograph, even a smell remembered.