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

Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either egotism, selfishness, evil - or else an absolute ignorance.

In our hearts there is a ruthless dictator, ready to contemplate the misery of a thousand strangers if it will ensure the happiness of the few we love.

My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.

We never get accustomed to being less important to other people than they are to us.

When we are not sure, we are alive.

There is a point of no return, unremarked at the time, in most lives.