Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate; a child who fears noises becomes the man who hates them.

There is no hate without fear. Hate is crystallized fear, fear's dividend, fear objectivized. We hate what we fear and so where hate is, fear is lurking. Thus we hate what threatens our person, our liberty, our privacy, our income, our popularity, our vanity and our dreams and plans for ourselves. If we can isolate this element in what we hate we may be able to cease from hating... Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate; a child who fears noises becomes the man who hates them.

Except for poverty, incompatibility, opposition of parents, absence of love on one side and of desire to marry on both, nothing stands in the way of our happy union.

The shock, for an intelligent writer, of discovering for the first time that there are people younger than himself who think him stupid is severe.

A writer is in danger of allowing his talent to dull who lets more than a year go past without finding himself in his rightful place of composition, the small single unluxurious retreat of the twentieth century, the hotel bedroom.

Slums may well be breeding grounds of crime, but middle class suburbs are incubators of apathy and delirium.

The books I haven't written are better than the books other people have.