I wouldn't like to be cremated', she said.'You'd prefer worms?''Yes, I would.
I say that home is where there is a chair and a glass.
I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.
I can't talk you in terms of time --your time and my time are different
What is cowardice in the young is wisdom in the old, but all the same one can be ashamed of wisdom.
We are all resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.
To be in love is to see yourself as someone else sees you, it is to be in love with the falsified and exalted image of yourself. In love we are incapable of honour - the courageous act is no more than...
They think my mother's ashes are marijuana.
They killed him because he was too innocent to live. He was young and ignorant and silly and he got involved. He had no more of a notion than any of you what the whole affair's about . . .
They had to tread carefully for a lifetime, never speak without thinking twice: they must watch each other like enemies because they loved each other so much. They would never know what it was not to...
They don't believe in anything either. You and your like are trying to make a war with the help of people who just aren't interested.They don't want communism.They want enough rice, I said. They don't...
There was not much one could do; he decided at least to be good.
The problem of pretending to be alive.
St. Augustine asked where time came from. He said it came out of the future which didn't exist yet, into the present that had no duration, and went into the past which had ceased to exist.
She was proud of her power of prophecy, though she had not yet lived to see any of her prophecies fulfilled.
She mixes religion with desertion to make it sound noble.
She had often disconcerted me by the truth. In the days when we were in love, I would try to get her to say more than the truth—that our affair would never end, that one day we should marry. I wouldn’...
Oh, she doesn't belong to anybody now,' he said, and suddenly I saw her for what she was - a piece of refuse waiting to be cleared away: if you needed a bit of hair you could take it, or trim her nail...
In the act of creation there is always, it seems, an awful selfishness.
I'm just a bad writer who drinks too much and falls in love with girls