When every unkind word about women has been said, we have still to admit, with Byron, that they are nicer than men. They are more devoted, more unsel… - Cyril Connolly

No opinions, no ideas, no real knowledge of anything, no ideals, no inspiration; a fat, slothful, querulous, greedy, impotent carcass; a stump, a decaying belly washed up on the shore... Always tired, always bored, always hurt, always hating.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another... It is when we begin to hurt those whom we love that the guilt with which we are born becomes intolerable, and since all those whom we love intensely and continuously grow part of us, and since we hate ourselves in them, so we torture ourselves and them together.

Our memories are card-indexes consulted and then put back in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.