"Then he saw that she was blind, her face slightly upcast to her companion's in the manner of those whose expressions never fully attain their target - the eyes of another."

“It's unthinkable not to love — you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.”

“Guilt always hurries towards its complement, punishment; only there does its satisfaction lie.”

“He had at last discovered that love had no pith in it, and that the projection of one own's feelings upon the images of a beloved was in the long run, an act of self-mutilation.”

“here was Kenilworth now heading the new department concerned with Personnel one of those blank administrative constructs which offered no openings into the world of policy. A dead end. he would soon develop the negative powers of obstruction which always derive from a sense of failure.”

“Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.”

“The art of prose governed by syncopated thinking; for thoughts curdle in the heart if not expressed. An idea is like a rare bird which cannot be seen. What one sees is the trembling of the branch it has just left.”