The strong look for more strength, the weak for excuses.

The most wicked criminals have God on their lips at all times, for God is the only one who can stomach them.

We are always tortured by our memory of the last time we were with anyone, what we said, what we did not say.

I was ever the realist, sometimes to my sorrow. But seldom to my regret.

Oh, he was just angry, we tell ourselves when someone blurts out something he later apologizes for. But a word, once spoken, lingers forever; to keep peace we pretend to forget, but we never do. Strange that a spoken word can have such lasting power when words carved on stone monuments vanish in spite of all our efforts to preserve them. What we would lose persists, lodged in our minds, and what we would keep is lost to water, moths, moss.

In my experience, there are two things that no one will admit to: having no sense of humor and being susceptible to flattery.

Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food. Gone are the civilized beings who talk of manners and journeys and letters; in their places are two bodies straining to give birth to a burst of inhuman pleasure followed by a great, floating nothingness. An explosion of life followed by death - in this we live, and in this we foreshadow our own sweet deaths.