Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go.

Jake was close to tears. In that moment he saw the world in its true light, as a place where nothing had ever been any good and nothing of significance done: no art worth a second look, no philosophy of the slightest appositeness, no law but served the state, no history that gave an inkling of how it had been and what had happened. And no love, only egotism, infatuation and lust.

Sometimes the only reason why you
won't let go of someone making you
sad is because he was the only one
that once made you happy.

There was no excuse which didn't consist of inexcusable.

Self criticism must be my guide to action, and the first rule for its employment is that in itself it is not a virtue, only a procedure.

Like all people who try to exhaust a subject, he exhausted his listeners.