Sometimes I think that novelists suffer from P.C.S.: Perpetual Childhood Syndrome.

Most of those people who saw themselves as literary types at university became bank managers.

I was a boarding school product from the age of eight, and I hated it. Though I do have a theory that boarding school is good training for writers because its so desperately lacking in privacy: you make space for yourself by having an interior life.

You can tell nothing from a man's appearance, nothing except the depths of your own prejudice.

Sin is absence of God. Nothing more, nothing less.

All the answers you may wish for lie within faith, but it demands a complete and incontinent surrender, an immersion as total as any baptism. Indeed baptism is a kind of enactment of the surrender: you bathe in faith, you swim in it, you live by it, surrounded by it, buoyed up by it, engulfed by it. You drown in it, for at times it takes your breath away as entirely as any lungful of water.... All the answers lie in faith; and when you lose your faith you have no choice but to substitute for if a philosophy that deliberately and coldly offers no answers at all.

If God resides anywhere ... surely he shelters behind barricades of pure chance.