...there is little that comes so close to death as fulfilled love.

The world is like an enormous set of scales. When evil begins to outweigh good, angels cram themselves in on the lighter side. You can't see them, but there they are, restoring the balance.

..the writer's obsession - the desire to know and communicate, or, rather, to know everything so as to communicate with the greatest degree of precision.

Justice was revenge wrapping itself in a cloak of high principle.

Fear is the touch of death, death reminding us of its existence.

Man is afraid to attain what he longs for, just as subconsciously he longs for what he is afraid of.

If you tell anything to a woman ... it's like putting it in the papers.