The eye... the point where a person's identity is concentrated.

nothing yet. I've been waiting." "for what?" she made no response. she could not tell him that she had been waiting for him.

To laugh is to live profoundly.

Suspending moral judgment is not the immorality of the novel; it is its morality.

On the surface, an intelligible lie; underneath, the unintelligible truth.

He was well aware that of the two of three thousand times he had made love (how many times had he made love in his life?) only two or three were really essential and unforgettable. The rest were mere echoes, imitations, repetitions, or reminiscences.

Mankind's true moral test, its fundamental test (which lies deeply buried from view), consists of its attitude towards those who are at its mercy: animals. And in this respect mankind has suffered a fundamental debacle, a debacle so fundamental that all others stem from it.