"It's a strange thing to discover and to believe that you are loved when you know that there is nothing in you for anybody but a parent or a God to love."
"I hate you, God. I hate you as though you actually exist."
"I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can't love and do nothing."
"What are we doing to each other? Because I know that I am doing to him exactly what he is doing to me. We are sometimes so happy, and never in our lives have we known more unhappiness."
"The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is individual, this nerve that winces belongs to me and to no other. But happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity."
"A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead."