And that is ... how they are. So terribly physically all over one another. They pour themselves one over the other like so much melted butter over parsnips. They catch each other under the chin, with a tender caress of the hand, and they smile with sunny melting tenderness into each other's face.

Primarily I am a passionately religious man, and my novels must be written from the depth of my religious experience.

Never trust the teller, trust the tale.

Whether I get on in the world is a question; but I certainly don't get on very well with the world.

Pure morality is only an instinctive adjustment which the soul makes.

Logic might be unanswerable because it was so absolutely wrong.

Build then the ship of death, for you must take the longest journey, to oblivion.