He felt the loyalty we feel to unhappiness - the sense that is where we really belong.

In the taxi I let my hand lie on her leg like a promise, but I had no intention of keeping my promise.

So much of life [is] a putting-off of unhappiness for another time. Nothing [is] ever lost by delay.

Politics, war, marriage, crime, adultery. Everything that exists in the world has something to do with money.

Cruel men cry easily at the cinema.

What have we all got to expect that we allow ourselves to be so lined with disappointment?

Who knows whether there may not be a moment in childhood when the world changes forever, like making a face when the clock strikes?