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.

If it doesn't absorb you, if it isn't any fun, don't do it.

I hold that the parentheses are by far the most important parts of a non-business letter.

In every great novel, who is the hero all the time? Not any of the characters, but some unnamed and nameless flame behind them all.

I can't bear art that you can walk round and admire. A book should be either a bandit or a rebel or a man in the crowd.

You feel free in Australia. There is great relief in the atmosphere - a relief from tension, from pressure, an absence of control of will or form. The Skies open above you and the areas open around you.

If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.