Fumbling for a word is everybody's birthright.

There is a satisfactory boniness about grammar which the flesh of sheer vocabulary requires before it can become a vertebrate and walk the earth.

I don't write out of fear. I write out of a strong urge to meet death on its own eternal terms, because the fact is that if you write as little as a page of prose-even bad prose-that is eternal.

But, brothers, this biting of their toe-nails over what is the CAUSE of badness is what turns me into a fine laughing malchick. They don't go into what is the cause of GOODNESS, so why of the other shop?

I've always felt that English women had to be approached in a sisterly manner, rather than an erotic manner.

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

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