You cannot love without intuition.

He gave her a bright fake smile; so much of life was a putting off of unhappiness for another time. Nothing was ever lost by delay. He had a dim idea that perhaps if one delayed long enough, things were taken out of one's hands altogether by death.

So long as one is happy one can endure any discipline: it was unhappiness that broke down the habits of work.

So much of a novelist's writing, as I have said, takes place in the unconscious: in those depths the last word is written before the first word appears on the paper. We remember details of our story, we do not invent them.

Hate is a lack of imagination.

She was not too young to be wise, but she was too young to know that wisdom shouldn't be spoken aloud when you are happy.

Suffering is not increased by numbers; one body can contain all the suffering the world can feel.