Literature ceases to be literature when it commits itself to moral uplift; it becomes moral philosophy or some such dull thing.

I chart a little first-list of names, rough synopsis of chapters, and so on. But one daren't overplan; so many things are generated by the sheer act of writing.

He said it was artificial respiration, but now I find I am to have his child.

It is as inhuman to be totally good as it is to be totally evil.

Translation is not a matter of words only: it is a matter of making intelligible a whole culture.

Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh.

If you believe in an unseen Christ, you will believe in the unseen Christlike potential of others.