“You have to be very fond of men. Very, very fond. You have to be very fond of them to love them. Otherwise they're simply unbearable.”

“Dont be afraid anymore. Not of anyone. Not of anything. Nothing. Ever again. Listen to me: not ever again.”

“The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the home -- will the woman let him? I answer yes. Because the ...”

“You think of outside your room, of the streets of the town, the lonely little squares over by the station, of those winter Saturdays all alike.”

“I often think of the image only I can see now, and of which Ive never spoken. Its always there, in the same silence, amazing. Its the only image of myself I like, the only one in which I recognize ...”

“You ask: Why is the malady of death fatal? She answers: Because whoever has it doesn't know he's a carrier, of death. And also because he's like to die without any life to die to, and without evn k...”

“I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say Ive always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadn...”

“How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.”

“Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand but tell it. Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never being satisfied.”

“What a sad story, I thought for so long. Not that I now think it was happy. But I think it is true, and thus the question of whether it is sad or happy has no meaning whatever.”