People in love, in whom every sense is open, cannot beat off the influence of a place.

All good dialogue perhaps deals with something unprecedented.

All your youth you want to have your greatness taken for granted; when you find it taken for granted, you are unnerved.

She walked about with the rather fated expression you see in photographs of girls who have subsequently been murdered, but nothing had so far happened to her.

Solitary and farouche people don't have relationships; they are quite unrelatable. If you and I were capable of being altogether house-trained and made jolly, we should be nicer people, but not writers.

Exhibitionism and a nervous wish for concealment, for anonymity, thus battle inside the buyer of any piece of clothing.

Disappointment tears the bearable film off life.