He was like a child with haemophilia: every contact drew blood.

It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.

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 for ever.

Despair is the price one pays for setting himself an impossible aim.

To comfort me is like the wrong memory at the wrong place or time: if one is lonely one prefers discomfort.

Death will come in any case, and there is a long afterwards if the priests are right and nothing to fear if they are wrong.

Happiness is never really so welcome as changelessness.