Nobody likes having salt rubbed into their wounds, even if it is the salt of the earth.

Existence in itself, taken at its least miraculous, is a miracle.

It isn't only living people who die, it is great stretches of living, which can die even when the people who lived there still exist.

A great many quite good plays could be performed with rhythmic howls in the place of dialogue and lose almost nothing by the change.

There is nothing rarer than a man who can be trusted never to throw away happiness, however eagerly he sometimes grasps it. In history we are as frequently interested in our own doom.

It seemed a good idea at the time.

I do not think women understand how repelled a man feels when he sees a woman wholly absorbed in what she is thinking, unless it is about her child, or her husband, or her lover. It ... gives one gooseflesh.