For all those landscapes, those flowers and those plowed fields, the oldest of lands, show you every spring that there are things you cannot choke in blood.

All that I know most surely about morality and obligations I owe to football.

Even the small satisfaction of writing letters was denied us. It came to this: not only had the town ceased to be in touch with the rest of the world by normal means of communication, but also—according to a second notification—all correspondence was forbidden, to obviate the risk of letters' carrying infection outside the town.

There is a moral to it. It teaches that a man defines himself by his make-believe as well as by his sincere impulses.

A free press can be good or bad, but, most certainly, without freedom a press will never be anything but bad.

I got up right away because I was hungry, but Marie told me I hadn't kissed her since that morning. It was true, and yet I had wanted to. Come into the water, she said. We ran and threw ourselves into the first little waves. We swam a few strokes and she reached out and held on to me. I felt her legs wrapped around mine and I wanted her.

I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.