Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.

I was as happy as a fish in water, and I could have stayed in that room for ever, have never left that place.

It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.

Only one thing bothered me: at this very moment, as they say, of inexplicable bliss there would be a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach and my abdomen would be assailed by a melancholy, cold shivering. In the end I couldn't abide such happiness and ran away.

Behind me there are already so many memories (...) Lots of memories, but no point in remembering them, and ahead of me a long, long road with nothing to aim for ... I just don't want to go along it.

What's important is that twice two is four and all the rest's nonsense.

Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.