It said what he would have said, if it had been possible for him to set his scattered thoughts in order. It was the product of a mind similar to his own, but enormously more powerful, more systematic, less fear-ridden. The best books, he perceived, are those that tell you what you know already.

If both the past and the external world exist only in the mind, and if the mind itself is controllable - what then?

If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.

Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal.

Winston Churchill could not definitely remember a time when his country had not been at war.

Sheer egoism... Writers share this characteristic with scientists, artists, politicians, lawyers, soldiers, successful businessmen - in short, with the whole top crust of humanity.

Let's face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short.