Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.

The writer's job is to tell the truth.

Writing is a hard business...but nothing makes you feel better.

How lazily the sun goes down in Granada, it hides beneath the water, it conceals in the Alhambra!

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

Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?

We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood.