It's so easy to make a person who hasn't got anything seem wrong.

One realized all sorts of things. The value of an illusion, for instance, and that the shadow can be more important than the substance. All sorts of things.

I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be, and after all I didn’t really care.

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.

Human beings are struggling, and so they are egoists. But it's wrong to say that they are wholy cruel - it's a deformed view.

The musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life.