Intense mutual erotic love, love which involves with the flesh all the most refined sexual being of the spirit, which reveals and perhaps even ex nihilo creates spirit as sex, is comparatively rare in this inconvenient world.

The bottomless bitter misery of childhood: how little even now it is understood. Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair.

Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.

The notion that one can liberate another soul from captivity is an illusion of the very young.

I hate solitude but I am afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself and to turn it into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company I need is the company which a pub or a cafe will provide. I have never wanted a communion of souls.

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

The bereaved cannot communicate with the unbereaved.