Beyond love, beyond unrequited love, perhaps even beyond any other passion known to humanity, deep, deep in the depths of the turgid, clinging, swamplike pit of despair that lies dormant within every soul, lurks JEALOUSY. Jealousy, that most demeaning and debilitating of emotions. Jealousy, which can double the strength of the love upon which it is based, but whilst doubling it, warp and pervert it, untill it is no longer recognizable as the thing of beauty it once was. Jealous love is no more like true love than Mr Hyde was like Dr Jekyll or a stagnant swamp is like a freshwater lake.

Artists don't create society, they reflect it

I don't consider myself Jewish. I am half-Jewish by race but not through my mother.

My advice to anyone adapting a novel is that once they've read it and learnt to understand it, then they must throw it away and never look at it again!

The worst thing about being a great power is when you're not one any more. It takes centuries to get over it.

You didn't wake up, your dreams just changed gear.

This calls for a very special blend of psychology and extreme violence.