All good novelists have bad memories. What you remember comes out as journalism; what you forget goes into the compost of the imagination.
Politics, war, marriage, crime, adultery. Everything that exists in the world has something to do with money.
You think it more difficult to turn air into wine than to turn wine into blood?.
The argument of danger only applies to those who live in relative safety.
Would the world be in the mess it is if we were loyal to love and not to countries?
It is one of the strange discoveries a man can make that life, however you lead it, contains moments of exhilaration; there are always comparisons which can be made with worse times: even in danger and misery the pendulum swings.