If you try to nail anything down, in the novel, either it kills the novel, or the novel gets up and walks away with the nail.

One can no longer live with people: it is too hideous and nauseating. Owners and owned, they are like the two sides of a ghastly disease.

Gods should be iridescent, like the rainbow in the storm. Man creates a God in his own image, and the gods grow old along with the men that made them... But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.

The whole point about the true unconscious is that it is all the time moving forward, beyond the range of its own fixed laws or habits. It is no good trying to superimpose an ideal nature upon the unconscious.

I am only half there when I am ill, and so there is only half a man to suffer. To suffer in one's whole self is so great a violation, that it is not to be endured.

You can't insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.

The word arse is as much god as the word face. It must be so, otherwise you cut off your god at the waist.