“...morbidly, attracted him to strangeness, to recklessnesss, even unhappiness.”

“For the first time she had dimly realized that only the hopeless are starkly sincere and that only the unhappy can either give or take sympathy--even some of the bitter and dangerous voluptuousness of misery.”

“He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy people.”

“It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think?”

“When he talked his eyes went away from mine and then he forced himself to look straight at me and he began to explain and I knew that he felt very strange with me and that he hated me, and it was funny sitting there and talking like that, knowing he hated me.”

“She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one.”

“They think in terms of a sentimental ballad. And that's what terrifies you about them. It isn't their cruelty, it isn't even their shrewdness - it's their extraordinary naivete. Everything in their whole bloody world is a cliche. Everything is born out of a cliche, rests on a cliche, survives by a cliche. And they believe in the cliches - there's no hope”