Civilised my syphilised yarbles.

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

One goes on writing partly because it is the only available way of earning a living. It is a hard way and highly competitive. My heart drops into my bowels when I enter a bookshop and see how fierce the competition is...There is also a privier reason for pushing on, and that is the hopeless hope that someday that intractable enemy language will yield to the struggle to control it... Mastery never comes, and one serves a lifelong apprenticeship. The writer cannot retire from the battle; he dies fighting.

Delimitation is always difficult. The world is one, life is one. The sweetest and most heavenly of activities partake in some measure of violence - the act of love, for instance; music, for instance.

It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van.

Senseless violence is a prerogative of youth, which has much energy but little talent for the constructive.

This must be a real horrorshow film if you're so keen on my viddying it.