It was like having a box of chocolates shut in the bedroom drawer. Until the box was empty it occupied the mind too much.
It seemed after all that one never really missed a thing. To be a human being one had to drink the cup. If one were lucky on one day, or cowardly on another, it was presented on a third occasion.
It is always of interest to know what strikes another human being as remarkable.
I mocked myself while I made love. I flung myself into pleasure like a suicide on to a pavement.
I had come into this affair with my eyes open, knowing that one day this must end, and yet, when the sense of insecurity, the logical belief in the hopeless future descended like melancholia, I would...
I don't think Communism will work--in the long run--any better than Christianity has done, and I'm not the Crusader type. Capitalism or Communism? Perhaps God is a Capitalist. I want to be on the side...
I couldn't resist the temptation to tease Pyle - it is, after all, the weapon of weakness and I was weak.
I couldn't have thought of her more. Even vacancy was crowded with her.
I could have waited years, now that I knew the end of the story. I was cold and wet and very happy. I could even look with charity towards the altar and the figure dangling there. She loves us both, I...
I could have hated him for saying it: it was like a claim. If you really loved me, I thought, you'd behave like any other injured husband. You'd get angry and your anger would set me free.
I can’t say what made me fall in love with Vietnam - that a woman’s voice can drug you; that everything is so intense. The colors, the taste, even the rain. Nothing like the filthy rain in London. The...
I can imagine that if there existed a God who loved, the devil would be driven to destroy even the weakest, the most faulty imitation of love. Wouldn't he be afraid that the habit of love might grow,...
Heaven was a word: hell was something he could trust.
He looked with horror round the room: nobody could say he hadn't done right to get away from this, to commit any crime... When the man opened his mouth he heard his father speaking, that figure in the...
He knew now that at the end there was only one thing that counted - to be a saint.
Feeling her against me, I was reminded of desire. Would that always be the case now—not desire, but only the reminder of it?
Even though my reason wanted the state of death, I was afraid like a virgin of the act.
Catholics and Communists have committed great crimes, but at least they have not stood aside, like an established society, and been indifferent. I would rather have blood on my hands than water like P...
And yet he was happier in his unused room simply because it was his, his possession. I thought with bitterness and envy, if one possesses a thing securely, one need never use it.
And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.