Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable soddingrotters, the flaming sods, the sniveling, dribbling, dithering, palsied, pulse-less lot that make up England today. They've got white of egg in their veins, and their spunk is that watery it's a marvel they can breed.

Where the electron behaves and misbehaves as it will, where the forces tie themselves up into knots of atoms and come united.

In my very own self, I am part of my family.

Any inhibition must be wrong, since inevitably in the end it causes neurosis and insanity.

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.

With a woman, a man always wants to let himself go. And it is precisely with a woman that he should never let himself go ... but stick to his innermost belief and meet her just there.

I want us to be together without bothering about ourselves- to be really together because we ARE together, as if it were a phenomenon, not a thing we have to maintain by our own effort.