The lucky man is he who knows how much to leave to chance.

Perhaps that suspicion of fraud enhances the flavor.

I thank God daily for the good fortune of my birth, for I am certain I would have made a miserable peasant.

Novel writing is far and away the most exhausting work I know.

I must be like the princess who felt the pea through seven mattresses; each book is a pea.

Everything was in stark and dreadful contrast with the trivial crises and counterfeit emotions of Hollywood, and I returned to England deeply moved and emotionally worn out.

The lucky man is he who knows how much to leave to chance.