Only the half-mad are wholly alive.

There comes a point, in literary objectivity, when the author's self- effacement is hard to distinguish from moral cowardice.

Ah yes, the head is full of books. The hard part is to force them down through the bloodstream and out through the fingers.

Three words remain that can yet stir the blood of man: the word 'rebellion'; the word 'revolt'; the word 'revolution'.

Every important change in our society, for the good, at least, has taken place because of popular pressure-pressure from below, from the great mass of people.

It is true that some of my fiction was based on actual events. But the events took place after the fiction was written.

Jesus don't walk on water no more; his feet leak.