What are we doing to each other? Because I know that I am doing to him exactly what he is doing to me. We are sometimes so happy, and never in our lives have we known more unhappiness.

A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.

It's a strange thing to discover and to believe that you are loved when you know that there is nothing in you for anybody but a parent or a God to love.

Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time.

I hate you, God. I hate you as though you actually exist.

There are times when a lover longs to be also a father and a brother: he is jealous of the years he hasn't shared.

As long as one suffers one lives.

What have we all got to expect that we allow ourselves to be so lined with disappointment?

I can never think of you as a friend. You can do without a friend.

I refused to believe that love could take any other form than mine: I measured love by the extent of my jealousy, and by that standard of course she could not love me at all.

Insecurity is the worst sense that lovers feel: sometimes the most humdrum desireless marriage seems better. Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust.

Your smile is a magnet for goodwill and positivity. In unison with your attitude, people gravitate to happy people!

Though the passion still flutters and flickers, it never got into our knickers.

This is Malaya. Everything takes a long, a very long time, in Malaya. Things get done, occasionally, but more often they don't, and the more in a hurry you are, the quicker you break down.

Sorrow is Mount Sinai. If one will, one may go up and talk with God, face to face.

I'm not worried about Instagram.

Just think: your family are the people most likely to give you the flu.

I'm not going to put my energy into focusing on things that are hypothetical that we don't know.

I was working in theater, so I didn't get to go to my prom.

Talent without genius isn't much, but genius without talent is nothing whatsoever.

Love is the keynote, Joy is the music, Knowledge is the performer, the Infinite All is the composer and audience.