Each day of not writing, of comfort, of being that which he despised, dulled his ability and softened his will to work so that, finally, he did no work at all.

I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one's own body.

Defense is the stronger form with the negative object, and attack the weaker form with the positive object.

I love you for all that you are, all that you have been, all that you're yet to be.

I don't like to write like God. It is only because you never do it, though, that the critics think you can't do it.

You never kill any one that you want to kill in a war, he said to himself.

If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.