That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her. One should never be cured of one's passion.

To love one child and to love all children, whether living or dead -somewhere these two loves come together. To love a no-good but humble punk and to love an honest man who believes himself to be an honest man -somewhere these, too, come together.

For that's what a woman, a mother wants - to teach her children to take an interest in life. She knows it's safer for them to be interested in other people's happiness than to believe in their own.

He says he’s lonely, horribly lonely because of this love he feels for her. She says she’s lonely too. She doesn’t say why.

...as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened.

No other human being, no woman, no poem or music, book or painting can replace alcohol in its power to give man the illusion of real creation.

The best way to fill time is to waste it.