I shall try to tell the truth, but the result will be fiction.

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The whole effort for the past one hundred years has been to remove the moral responsibility from the individual and make him blame his own human wickedness on his society, but he helps to make his society, you see, and he will not take his responsibility for his part in it.

There seems to be a kind of order in the universe…in the movement of the stars and the turning of the Earth and the changing of the seasons. But human life is almost pure chaos. Everyone takes his stance, asserts his own right and feelings, mistaking the motives of others, and his own.

It is such a relief to be told the truth.

I have not much interest in anyone's personal history after the tenth year, not even my own. Whatever one was going to be was all prepared before that.

Death always leaves one singer to mourn.

Physical infidelity is the signal, the notice given, that all fidelities are undermined.

God does not know whether a skin is black or white, He sees only souls.

Human life itself may be almost pure chaos, but the work of the artist is to take these handfuls of confusion and disparate things, things that seem to be irreconcilable, and put them together in a frame to give them some kind of shape and meaning.

The past is never where you think you left it: you are not the same person you were yesterday—oh.

Shut your eyes, said Miss Tanner.

The real sin against life is to abuse and destroy beauty, even one's own even more, one's own, for that has been put in our care and we are responsible for its well-being.

It is my conviction that when events are forgotten, buried in the cellar of the page, they are no longer even history.

Trust your happiness and the richness of your life at this moment. It is as true and as much yours as anything else that ever happened to you.

The road to death is a long march beset with all evils, and the heart fails little by little at each new terror, the bones rebel at each step, the mind sets up its own bitter resistance and to what end? The barriers sink one by one, and no covering of the eyes shuts out the landscape of disaster, nor the sight of crimes committed there.