I wanted to highlight that whole dreadful process in book publishing that 'nothing succeeds like success.'

As you get older, you don't get wiser. You get irritable.

Nicknames are potent ways of cutting people down to size.

A woman without a man cannot meet a man, any man, of any age, without thinking, even if it's for a half-second, 'Perhaps this is THE man.

I stood looking down out of the window. The street seemed miles down. Suddenly I felt as if I'd flung myself out of the window. I could see myself lying on the pavement. Then I seemed to be standing by the body on the pavement. I was two people. Blood and brains were scattered everywhere. I knelt down and began licking up the blood and brains

What is a hero without love for mankind.

Time is the River on which the leaves of our thoughts are carried into oblivion.