Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.
To choose not to choose is still to act.
There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.
When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking.
The aim of language...is to communicate...to impart to others the results one has obtained...As I talk, I reveal the situation...I reveal it to myself and to others in order to change it.
Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom-ah the soul-destroying boredom-of long days of mild content.