The trouble is I don't believe my unbelief.

A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.

Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time.

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.

They are always saying God loves us. If thats love Id rather have a bit of kindness.

Happiness is never really so welcome as changelessness.

All good novelists have bad memories. What you remember comes out as journalism; what you forget goes into the compost of the imagination.