“I'm not going to get into the ring with Tolstoy.”

“Love is a dunghill, and I'm the cock that gets on it to crow.”

“I can't stand it to think my life is going so fast and I'm not really living it.”

“Don’t you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you’re not taking advantage of it?”

“I'm getting as bored with dying as with everything else, he thought.'It's a bore,' he said out loud.'What is, my dear?''Anything you do too bloody long.”

“Going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.”

“But walking down the stairs feeling each stair carefully and holding to the banister he thought, I must get her away and get her away as soon as I can without hurting her. Because I am not doing too well at this. That I can promise you. But what else can you do? Nothing, he thought. There's nothing you can do. But maybe, as you go along, you will get good at it.”