Perhaps loneliness had nothing to do with place or circumstance; perhaps it was in you; yourself. Perhaps, wherever you were, you took your little circle of loneliness with you.

Every life has a death, and every light a shadow. Be content to stand in the light, and let the shadow fall where it will.

I knew that I had turned my world back to cinders, sunk my lovely ship with my own stupid, wicked hands.

I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark

The place for truth is not in the facts of a novel; it is in the feelings.

Where two Greeks are gathered together, there will be at least three political parties represented, and possibly more.

I sometimes think it's a mistake to have been happy when one was a child. One should always want to go on, not back.