The girl was grateful to the young man for every bit of flattery; she wanted to linger for a moment in its warmth and so she said, 'You're very good at lying.' 'Do I look like a liar?' 'You look like you enjoy lying to women,' said the girl, and into her words there crept unawares a touch of the old anxiety, because she really did believe that her young man enjoyed lying to women.

Ah, ladies and gentlemen, a man lives a sad life when he cannot take anything or anyone seriously.

To laugh is to live profoundly.

But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.

Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short.

Only animals were not expelled from Paradise.

Disgust at having to talk about oneself is what distinguishes novelistic talent from lyric talent.