Malcolm Lowry

Muzzle a dog and he will bark out of the other end.

Long for me as I for you, forgetting, what will be inevitable, the long black aftermath of pain.

Good God, if our civilization were to sober up for a couple of days it'd die of remorse on the third.

War is being declared tomorrow here so perhaps you can understand that I have been working under difficulties, but difficulties negligible compared with what others have to go through.

I wake to a Darkness in which I must follow myself endlessly hating the I who so eternally pursues and confronts me. If we could rise from our misery seek each other once more and find again the solace of each others lips and eyes.

How shall the murdered man convince his assassin he will not haunt him.