I like men to behave like men. I like them strong and childish.

When man, Apollo man, rockets into space, it isn't in order to find his brother, I'm quite sure of that. It's to confirm that he hasn't any brothers.

There is no such thing as an ideal man. The ideal man is the man you love at the moment.

We are torn between the craving to know and the despair of having known.

My love of pleasure seems to be the only consistent side of my character. Is it because I have not read enough?

What you call types of mind are only mental ages.

I've tried very hard and I've never found any resemblance between the people I know and the people in my novels.