Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.
I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.
He says unloved women have no biographies—they have histories.
I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.
There’s no beauty without poignancy and there’s no poignancy without the feeling that it’s going, men, names, books, houses—bound for dust—mortal—