The novel is not the author's confession; it is an investigation of human life in the trap the world has become

I am not worthy of my suffering. A great sentence. It suggests not only that suffering is the basis of the self, its sole indubitable ontological proof, but also that it is the one feeling most worthy of respect; the value of all values.

From the top of the staircase she sees the London train, modern and elegant, and she tells herself again: Whether it's good luck or bad to be born onto this earth, the best way to spend a life here is to let yourself be carried along, as I am moving at this moment, by a cheerful, noisy crowd moving forward.

Flirting is a promise of sexual intercourse without a guarantee.

Memory does not make films, it makes photographs.

The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.

Joking is a barrier between man and the world. Joking is the enemy of love and poetry.