Though tragedy was in the process of becoming unreal and meaningless it seemed one was still permitted to remember the days when an individual life h… - Malcolm Lowry

And this is how I sometimes think of myself, as a great explorer who has discovered some extraordinary land from which he can never return to give his knowledge to the world: but the name of this land is hell.

The will of man is unconquerable. Even God cannot conquer it.

The poor old creature seemed now indeed like someone being drawn, lured, into events of which he has no real comprehension, by people with whom he wishes to be friendly, even to play, who entice him by encouraging that wish and by whom, because they really despise and desire to humilate him, he is finally entangled.