But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art.

Was it that he had lived too long in his mind and was tired of the scenery?

I don't know what love can do for the terrible things of life.

I'm being led -- on some dark way.

There is a time limit to how long a spirited young person can be kept in cold storage.

Literature could be said to be a sort of disciplined technique for arousing certain emotions.

There was a shadowy light, not exactly twilight, but an uncertain vivid yet hazy illumination, wherein people walked like spirits, bathed in light and not revealed.

Today we will read love poetry. You shall read aloud to me and we will weep together.

On this diet of expectation, he had fairly frenzied himself by the time he arrived.

To describe one's character is difficult and not necessarily illuminating. The story which follows will reveal, whether I will or no, what sort of person I am.

Some people are just 'diminishers' and 'spoilers' for others. I suppose almost everybody diminishes someone. A saint would be nobody's spoiler.

Perhaps that was the only time which we should ever, ever have together. Perhaps it was something which would never, never, never come again.

I am just a past with no present.

I tried to think these thoughts but they remained intolerably abstract, while a pain in my body told me what was real.

I felt so ashamed with them because everything in their life was going so well and they were so sort of successful. I couldn't talk about what I wanted with them and they were always in a hurry.

Sometimes one has got to become monstrous in order to survive.

She tasted for the first time honey-sweet and dangerous happiness: dangerous because, as she before long began to learn, precarious.

One doesn't have to get anywhere in a marriage. It's not a public conveyance.

Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.

It's so sad, all our house seems broken apart, everyone is going.