She began to feel that if there had ever been a bus she had by now certainly missed it.
There’s little enough love in the world. Why do you want to kill mine?
One can’t whistle up happiness. It’s a gift of nature and I haven’t got it.
Ludens thought, why can’t I do that, why can’t I just ask a woman to hold my hand, why can’t I ask Franca to!
I wonder if this is the end, thought Ducane, and if so what it will all have amounted to. How tawdry and small it has all been.
She shivered in the sunlight as if it were the ray of a malignant star.
In the clairvoyance of this despair he had seen how much his folly had already damaged both of them.
There can scarcely be anything worse than surviving something which shatters your mind and leaves you obsessed with revenge.
I’m not a lucky person who makes radiant decisions which are obviously right.
He knew the vulnerability of his strength.
Love is the only justice.
He wanted to take her in his arms, he wanted to be utterly revealed to her, he wanted her to understand.
I felt at times, it is hard to describe this, almost mad with guilt, with a sort of general guilt about my whole life.
He had ceased to be interested in anyone but himself.
I did love her in a way, but it was under the sign of doom.
I was born to be nothing and to have nothing.
Religion is having an intense attitude and no time off... religion is about those awful deep things.
Sometimes I think he will become quite desperate – with the pain of simply being himself – he might do anything.
There are eternal bonds which are made in registry offices and in churches, there are eternal bonds which are made in other and stranger and more terrible ways.
She would give ease to his too long wandering heart, and then he could live more fully in the world of other people, more able, because more happy, to give them his full attention.