For God’s sake, let us be men not monkeys minding machines or sitting with our tails curled while the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone. Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces.

There are three cures for ennui: sleep, drink and travel.

The world is wonderful and beautiful and good beyond one's wildest imagination.

If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.

Having achieved and accomplished love, then the man passes into the unknown. He has become himself, his tale is told.

Whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the sea great heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies. And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender young and dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end.

I hate the actor and audience business. An author should be in among the crowd, kicking their shins or cheering them on to some mischief or merriment.