All our failures are ultimately failures in love.
Being good is just a matter of temperament in the end.
Anything that consoles is fake.
Love can't always do work. Sometimes it just has to look into the darkness.
It was like hunting fish with an underwater gun, a sport which he had once been foolish enough to try. At one moment there is the fish - graceful, mysterious, desirable and free - and the next moment there is nothing but struggling and blood and confusion.
People who boast of happy marriages are, I submit, usually self-deceivers, if not actually liars.