All novels are experimental.

You don't say, 'I've done it!' You come, with a kind of horrible desperation, to realize that this will do.

The trouble began with Forster. After him it was considered ungentlemanly to write more than five or six novels.

Without class differences, England would cease to be the living theatre it is.

How wicked, my brothers, innocent milk must always seem to me now.

Suddenly, I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep forever, and ever and ever.

Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate.