I think in order to write really well and convincingly, one must be somewhat poisoned by emotion, dislike, displeasure, resentment, fault-finding, imagination, passionate remonstrance, a sense of injustice-they all make fine fuel.

Most of the men regarded Europe as a wine list. In their mental geography Rheims, Rhine, Moselle, Bordeaux, Champagne, or Würzburg were not localities but libations.

The very rich and the very social are, often, the very stuffy.

But I have felt that to be a Jew was, in some ways at least, to be especially privileged.

Spring ... made fair false promises which summer was called upon to keep.

There is an interesting resemblance in the speeches of dictators, no matter what country they may hail from or what language they may speak.

Writing is not an amusing occupation. It is a combination of ditch-digging, mountain-climbing, treadmill and childbirth.