Great writers are the saints for the godless.

You can never betray the people who are dead, so you go on being a public Jew; the dead can't answer slurs, but I'm here. I would love to think that Jesus wants me for a sunbeam, but he doesn't.

The self-fulfilled woman is far from reality.

It will be a pity if women in the more conventional mould are to be phased out, for there will never be anyone to go home to.

What is interesting about self-analysis is that it leads nowhere - it is an art form in itself.

For once a thing is known, it can never be unknown. It can only be forgotten.

Death is only a small interruption.