Yes, of course, there's something fishy about describing people's feelings. You try hard to be accurate, but as soon as you start to define such and such a feeling, language lets you down. It's really a machine for making falsehoods. When we really speak the truth, words are insufficient. Almost everything except things like "pass the gravy" is a lie of a sort. And that being the case, I shall shut up. Oh, and... pass the gravy.

Freedom is not choosing; that is merely the move that we make when all is already lost. Freedom is knowing and understanding and respecting things quite other than ourselves.

Being good is just a matter of temperament in the end.

Marriage isn't a tram. It doesn't have to get anywhere.

Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.

On connecting: Where does one person end and another person begin?

There is nothing like early promiscuous sex for dispelling life's bright mysterious expectations.