I was a great believer in hot buttered toast at all hours of the day.

Always in the short story there is this sense of outlawed figures wandering about the fringes of society.... As a result there is in the short story at its most characteristic something we do not often find in the novel--an intense awareness of human loneliness.

I was a great believer in hot buttered toast at all hours of the day.

Even if there were only two men left in the world and both of them saints they wouldn't be happy. One them would be bound to try and improve the other. That is the nature of things.

A man and woman in search of something are always blown apart, but it's the same wind that blows them.

No man is ever as anti-feminist as a really feminine woman.

I cant write about something I dont admire. It goes back to the old concept of the celebration: you celebrate the hero, an idea.