He entered the territory of lies without a passport for return.
I had committed myself: without love I'd have to go through the gestures of love.
That instinct for human character that is perhaps inherent in an imaginative writer.
Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.
As long as one suffers one lives.
In the taxi I let my hand lie on her leg like a promise, but I had no intention of keeping my promise.