Honestly, I don't understand why people get so worked up about a little murder!

I didn't hang around films. I don't know if I'd ever seen Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes.

Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October.

Everything human is alien to me.

The kiss became the narrowed center of the still point of the turning world, so that even the park was turning in comparison to the still peace at their lips.

The night was a time for bestial affinities, for drawing closer to oneself.

He loved possessions, not masses of them, but a select few that he did not part with.They gave a man self-respect. Not ostentation but quality, and the love that cherished the quality. Possessions reminded him that he existed, and made him enjoy his existence. It was as simple as that. And wasn' t that worth something? He existed.