The novel is a perfect medium for revealing to us the changing rainbow of our living relationships. The novel can help us to live,as nothing else can: no didactic Scripture, anyhow. If the novelist keeps his thumb out of the pan.

You don't want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere.

A snake came to my water trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pajamas for the heat, To drink there.

What the eye doesn't see and the mind doesn't know, doesn't exist.

She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.

A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board

Naught is possessed, neither gold, nor land nor love, nor life, nor peace, nor even sorrow nor death, nor yet salvation. Say of nothing: It is mine. Say only: It is with me.