Sex is the one thing you cannot really swindle; and it is the centre of the worst swindling of all, emotional swindling.... Sex lashes out against counterfeit emotion, and is ruthless, devastating against false love.

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.

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

Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of art -- or almost the only stuff.

She is my first, great love. She was a wonderful, rare woman - you do not know; as strong, and steadfast, and generous as the sun. She could be as swift as a white whiplash, and as kind and gentle as warm rain, and as steadfast as the irreducible earth beneath us.

Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.

The day of the absolute is over, and we're in for the strange gods once more.