Yes, a war is inevitable. Firstly, there's you fellows who can't be trusted. And then there's the multitude who mean to have bathrooms and white enamel. Millions of them; all over the world. Not merely here. And there aren't enough bathrooms and white enamel in the world to go round.

The world is full of places to which I want to return

If you're going to have a character appear in a story long enough to sell a newspaper, he'd better be real enough that you can smell his breath.

...she had always known under her mind and now she confessed it: her agony had been, half of it, because one day he would say farewell to her, like that, with the inflexion of a verb. As, just occasionally, using the word 'we' - and perhaps without intention - he had let her know that he loved her.

The first thing you have to consider when writing a novel is your story, and then your story - and then your story!

I couldn't regard myself as personally repulsive. No man can, or, if he ever comes to do so, that is the end of him.

[W]e are almost always in one place with our minds somewhere quite other.