It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.
It seemed odd that a man's smell should cling in the folds of a curtain so long after the man himself had become dead matter, a gas, a decay.
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 one of the strange discoveries a man can make that life, however you lead it, contains moments of exhilaration; there are always comparisons which can be made with worse times: even in danger an...
It infuriated him to think that there were still people in the state who believed in a loving and merciful God. There are mystics who are said to have experienced God directly. He was a mystic, too, a...
In the taxi I let my hand lie on her leg like a promise, but I had no intention of keeping my promise.
In Gower Street they were sweeping up glass, and a building smoked into the new day like a candle which some late reveler had forgotten to snuff.
If I'm a bitch and a fake, is there nobody who will love a bitch and a fake?
I wished I had been able to make her look that way, but it is the destiny of a lover to watch unhappiness hardening like a cast around his mistress.
I was afraid like a virgin of the act. I would have liked death to come with due warning, so that I could prepare myself. For what? I didn't know, nor how, except by taking a look around at the little...
I thought of Phuong just because of her complete absence. So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.
I think I have always liked my fellow men. Liking is a great deal safer than love. It doesn't demand victims. Who is your victim, Querry?
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 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,...
Don't you believe it. I'll tell you what life is. It's gaol, it's not knowing where to get some money. Worms and cataract, cancer. You hear 'em shrieking from the upper windows- children being born. I...
Είμαστε ανόητοι όταν αγαπάμε. Έτρεμα στη σκέψη μήπως τη χάσω. Πίστεψα ότι την είδα να αλλάζει - δεν ξέρω αν όντως άλλαζε, πάντως μου ήταν αδύνατον πια να αντέξω την αβεβαιότητα. Έτρεξα προς το τέλος,...
Ίσως η σεξουαλική επαφή να είναι και η καίρια δοκιμή. Αν καταφέρουμε να ζήσουμε χωρίς αυτήν όλο ευσπλαχνία γι' αυτούς που αγαπάμε κι όλο συμπάθεια γι' αυτούς που έχουμε προδώσει, τότε δε χρειάζεται ν'...