I was sunk deep in my middle age. All the same I laid my head against her breast. ‘I have been happy,’ I said, ‘but I have seen so bored for so long.
Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.
Against the beautiful and the clever and the successful, one can wage a pitiless war, but not against the unattractive: then the millstone weighs on the breast.
Thrillers are like life, more like life than you are.
Unhappiness in a child accumulates because he sees no end to the dark tunnel. The thirteen weeks of a term might just as well be thirteen years.
Sentimentality - that's what we call the sentiment we don't share.
