Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.

Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum.

Belfastas uncivilised as ever--savage black mothers in houses of dark red brick, friendly manufacturers too drunk to entertain you when you arrive. It amuses me till I get tired.

Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.

Their quarrel was no more surprising than are most quarrels — inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards.

Ah, but you see, I didn't want to be fair.

I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.