When I wake up, my pillow’s cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea.

No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.

It is the same with anything - you have to learn through your own experience, paying your own way. You can't learn it from a book.

He sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone's arms. Maybe she can't cry alone, and that's why she needs me.

When people tell a lie about something, they have to make up a bunch of lies to go with the first one. ‘Mythomania’ is the word for it.

In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It's important to combine the two in just the right amount.

When it's all over, it'll seem like a dream.