Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth - well, it's like brown - it's not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.

Our destiny can be examined, but it cannot be justified or totally explained. We are simply here.

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

I live, I live, with an absolutely continuous sense of failure. I am always defeated, always. Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea. The years pass and one has only one life. If one has a thing at all one must do it and keep on and on and on trying to do it better.

Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too. How fortunate we are to be food-consuming animals. Each meal should be a treat and one ought to bless every day which brings with it a good digestion and the precious gift of hunger.

for most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter.

We can only learn to love by loving.