I'm quite deaf now; such a comfort.

Most writers in the course of their careers become thick-skinned and learn to accept vituperation, which in any other profession would be unimaginably offensive, as a healthy counterpoise to unintelligent praise.

I never can understand how two men can write a book together; to me that's like three people getting together to have a baby.

No one is ever holy without suffering.

I think it's one of the kindest things you can do to the very wicked, to give them time to repent.

Anyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.

That's the public-school system all over. They may kick you out, but they never let you down.