It's unthinkable not to love—you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.
It's only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdry that you can get tenderness.
Guilt always hurries towards its complement, punishment; only there does its satisfaction lie.
A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.
Perhaps our only sickness is to desire a truth which we cannot bear rather than to rest content with the fictions we manufacture out of each other.
No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.
I'm trying to die correctly, but it's very difficult, you know.
Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.
Everyone loathes his own country and countrymen if he is any sort of artist.
Brazil is bigger than Europe, wilder than Africa, and weirder than Baffin Land.