I'm pretty good at inventing phrases - you know, the sort of words that suddenly make you jump, almost as though you'd sat on a pin, they seem so new and exciting even though they're about something hypnopaedically* obvious. But that doesn't seem enough. It's not enough for the phrases to be good; what you make with them ought to be good too.

The horror no less than the charm of real life consists precisely in the recurrent actualization of the inconceivable

Good is that which makes for unity. Evil is that which makes for separateness.

We objected to the morality because it interfered with our sexual freedom.

But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.

In the contexts of religion and politics, words are not regarded as standing, rather inadequately, for things and events; on the contrary things and events are regarded as particular illustrations of words.

Writers write to influence their readers, their preachers, their auditors, but always, at bottom, to be more themselves.