When you put a man and a woman together, there are some things they simply have to do. They embrace, they warm each other. All the rest is dead and empty.

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.

Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.

Murderers, in general, are people who are consistent, people who are obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.

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