It always gets late with you. - Is that a compliment?

One situation – maybe one alone – could drive me to murder: family life, togetherness.

What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?

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.

Every man is his own law court and punishes himself enough.

I think people often try to find through sex things that are much easier to find in other ways.

For neither life nor nature cares if justice is ever done or not.