When I write after dark the shades of evening scatter their purple through my prose.

Those of us who were brought up as Christians and have lost our faith have retained the sense of sin without the saving belief in redemption. This poisons our thought and so paralyses us in action.

Always be nice to those younger than you, because they are the ones who will be writing about you.

The man who is master of his passions is Reason's slave.

The only way for writers to meet is to share a quick peek over a common lamp-post.

The English language is like a broad river on whose bank a few patient anglers are sitting, while, higher up, the stream is being polluted by a string of refuse-barges tipping out their muck.

The artist is a member of the leisured classes who cannot pay for his leisure.