Poverty is a stubborn thing: you seldom escape it with one bound.

Words are not simple things: they take unto themselves, as they have through time, power and meaning.

What makes women happy? Nothing, for more than ten minutes at a time, so stop worrying.

I learned that sex was not a question of victory or defeat, of pleasure or profit: of a hand's manipulation and a physical response: I learned that in its purest pleasure it belongs to neither of those who practise it, in the same way as a child belongs to neither parent: it is a free spirit: it simply exists.

Poverty is a stubborn thing: you seldom escape it with one bound.

So much for the fruits of love. Love? What's love? Sex, ah, that's another thing. Love has babies: sex has abortions.

Writers were never meant to be professionals. Writing is not a profession, it is an activity, an essentially amateur occupation. It is what you do when you are not living.