Ask me to marry you." "Will you marry me?" "No.

There is only one good definition of God: the freedom that allows other freedoms to exist.

All novelists should live in two different worlds: a real one and an unreal one.

I think we are just insects, we live a bit and then die and that’s the lot. There’s no mercy in things. There’s not even a Great Beyond. There’s nothing.

They looked down on her; and she looked up through them.

Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish in ourselves if we are to live in society.

In essence the Renaissance was simply the green end of one of civilization's hardest winters.