Certain books come to meet me, as do people.

Silences have a climax, when you have got to speak.

Wariness had driven away poetry; from hesitating to feel came the moment when you no longer could.

Habit, of which passion must be wary, may all the same be the sweetest part of love.

I think the main thing, don't you, is to keep the show on the road.

The innocent are so few that two of them seldom meet - when they do meet, their victims lie strewn all round.

The craft of the novelist does lie first of all in story-telling.