I became, and remain, my characters' close and intent watcher: their director, never. Their creator I cannot feel that I was, or am.

Dialogue should convey a sense of spontaneity but eliminate the repetitiveness of real talk.

Good general-purpose manners nowadays may be said to consist in knowing how much you can get away with.

Mr. [Aldous] Huxley has been the alarming young man for a long time, a sort of perpetual clever nephew who can be relied on to flutter the lunch party. Whatever will he say next? How does he think of those things? He has been deplored once or twice, but feeling is in his favor: he is steadily read. He is at once the truly clever person and the stupid person's idea of the clever person; he is expected to be relentless, to administer intellectual shocks.

Meeting people unlike oneself does not enlarge one's outlook; it only confirms one's idea that one is unique.

Childish fantasy, like the sheath over the bud, not only protects but curbs the terrible budding spirit, protects not only innocence from the world, but the world from the power of innocence.

Darling, I don't want you; I've got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don't want the whole of anyone.... What you want is the whole of me-isn't it, isn't it?-and the whole of me isn't there for anybody. In that full sense you want me I don't exist.