Perhaps his tragedy is that he is the only normal writer left on earth - and it is this that adds to his isolation and so too his so sense of guilt.
Writing
Can't you see there's a determinism about the fate of nations? They all seem to get what they deserve in the long run.
Fate, Destiny, Politics
Now you see what kind of creatures we are, Hugh. Eating things alive. That's what we do. How can you have much respect for mankind, or any belief in the social struggle?
Power, Nature, Destruction
In the war to come correspondents would assume unheard of importance, plunging through flame to feed the public its little gobbets of dehydrated excrement.
War
What use were his talons and fangs to the dying tiger? In the clutches, say, to make matters worse, of a boa-constrictor? But apparently this improbable tiger had no intention of dying just yet. On the contrary, he intended taking a little walk, taking the boa-constrictor with him, even to pretend, for a while, it wasn't there.
Life, Suffering, Psychology