It appears that every man's insomnia is as different from his neighbours as are their daytime hopes and aspirations.

Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.

There was never a good biography of a good novelist. There couldn't be. He is too many people if he's any good.

The only way to increase it is to cultivate your own garden. And the only thing that will help you is poetry, which is the most concentrated form of style.... I don't care how clever the other professor is, one can't raise a discussion of modern prose to anything above tea-table level.

Even when everything seems rotten you can't trust that judgment. It's the sum of all your judgments that counts.

He had no plans, no definite intentions, except to kiss her lips again, to hold her in his arms.

Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief, and I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.