One situation – maybe one alone – could drive me to murder: family life, togetherness.

one blow in anger [would] kill, probably, a child from aged two to eight. Those over eight would take two blows to kill.

I've thought of a wonderful way to start a forest fire,' Tom said musingly as they were having coffee.

Sunlight came through the windows slowly, like something liquid pouring between the red curtains on to the rug. The sunlight was like an arpeggio that Tom could almost hear -- this time Chopin, perhaps.

De pronto le pareció, que el amor erótico y el amor romántico, no era nada más que una forma o varias formas del ego. Por consiguiente, lo que había que hacer era dirigir el ego de uno mismo hacia destinatarios que no fuesen personas, o hacia personas de las que uno no esperase nada. El amor podia ser puro, pero sólo si no era egoista.