God in the safe and Ford on the shelves.
The leech's kiss, the squid's embrace, The prurient ape's defiling touch: And do you like the human race? No, not much.
What is absurd and monstrous about war is that men who have no personal quarrel should be trained to murder one another in cold blood.
Cleanliness is next to fordliness.
When an artist deserts to the side of the angels, it is the most odious of treasons.
To write fiction, one needs a whole series of inspirations about people in an actual environment, and then a whole lot of work on the basis of those inspirations.