The road to Hell is paved with unbought stuffed dogs.

Do not think about sin, he thought. There are enough problems now without sin. Also I have no understanding of it.

And you'll always love me won't you? Yes And the rain won't make any difference? No

Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.

It is impossible to believe the emotional and spiritual intensity and pure, classic beauty that can be produced by a man, an animal, and a piece of scarlet serge draped over a stick.

It is a hell of a thing to be hungry in your own house.

All thinking men are atheists.