She mixes religion with desertion to make it sound noble.

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

I had committed myself: without love I'd have to go through the gestures of love.

Lust is not the worst thing. It is because any day, any time, lust may turn into love that we have to avoid it. And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.

Ordinary life goes on--that has saved many a man's reason.

I wrote at the start that this was a record of hate, and walking there beside Henry towards the evening glass of beer, I found the one prayer that seemed to serve the winter mood: O God, You've done enough, You've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone forever.

We remember the details of our story, we do not invent them.