We know well enough when we're being unjust and despicable. but we don't restrain ourselves because we experience a certain pleasure, a primitive sort of satisfaction in moments like that.

Behind everything we feel, there is always a sense of fear.

If we have anything kind to say, any tender sentiment to express, we feel a sense of shame.

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

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

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

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.