It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
Life is a great surprise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.
We all have such fateful objects – it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another – carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of specific significance for us: here shall John always stumble; there shall Jane’s heart always break.
Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.
Oh, don’t cry, I’m so sorry I cheated so much, but that’s the way things are.
Despite our tiffs, despite her nastiness, despite all the fuss and faces she made, and the vulgarity, and the danger, and the horrible hopelessness of it all, I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise – a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames – but still a paradise.