When new hopes fail, old hopes return in the endless cycle of desperation.

Every talent is unearned, however, and with it comes a solemn obligation to use it as fully and as wisely as possible.

Human beings can always be relied upon to exert, with vigor, their God-given right to be stupid.

But once an idea for a novel seizes a writer...well, it’s like an inner fire that at first warms you and makes you feel good but then begins to eat you alive, burn you up from within. You can’t just walk away from the fire; it keeps burning. The only way to put it out is to write the book.

I fell in love with her for her sense of humour. If she ever lost her sense of humour, I would have to dump her. Then I'd kill myself because I couldn't live without her.

Rub-a-dub-dub. Cerebrum in a tub.

Evil men often easy to mislead, because they have spent so long deceiving that they no longer recognise the truth and mistake deseption for it.