A writer should be of as great probity and honesty as a priest of God. He is either honest or not, as a woman is either chaste or not, and after one piece of dishonest writing he is never the same again.

I had gone to no such place but to the smoke of cafes and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all there was, and the strange excitement of waking and not knowing who it was with you, and the world all unreal in the dark and so exciting that you must resume again unknowing and not caring in the night, sure that this was all and all and all and not caring.

Everybody has strange things that mean things to them. You couldn't help it.

Men cannot act before the camera in the presence of death.

It was strange how easy being tired enough made it.

There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day.

Just as, with the radio, there are certain things that you become fond of,and you welcome them and resent the new things