Sound waves do not die out. They travel forever and forever. All our sentences are immortal. Our useless bleatings circle the universe for all eternity.

Marriage is what happens when one at least of the partners doesn't want the other to get away.

For that is what a child should be, and seldom is, the product of man and woman, of opposing natures, unified, however temporarily, by the amazing, circling, weaving dance of love and lust and God's involvement in it.

There is probably an innate masochism in a lot of women that ends up disappointed if men don't ill-treat them.

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

Writers are always a great nuisance to publishers. If they could do without them, they would.

There is no real escape from autobiography into biography. The self has to be faced, or we die.