We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance, we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.

We play make believe, pretend to take ourselves and each other seriously--to love each other, hate each other--but then--it isn't true. It isn't true, we don't care at all!

This free will business is a bit terrifying anyway. It's almost pleasanter to obey, and make the most of it.

The first temptation, upon meeting an old friend after many years, is always to - look the other way.

Justice! Custodian of the world! But since the world errs, justice must be custodian of the world's errors.

A vague uneasiness: the police. It's like when you suddenly understand you have to undress in front of the doctor.

A long association-prolonged human contact, when a man and woman live together-this ends up producing a sort of rot, a poison.