I know one thing you don't. I know the difference between Right and Wrong. They didn't teach you that at school.' Rose didn't answer; the woman was quite right: the two words meant nothing to her. Their taste was extinguished by stronger foods--Good and Evil.

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

Any man who knocks on the door of a brothel is looking for God.

It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.

I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.

In a mad world it always seems simpler to obey.

A petty reason perhaps why novelists more and more try to keep a distance from journalists is that novelists are trying to write the truth and journalists are trying to write fiction.