All good novelists have bad memories.

To comfort me is like the wrong memory at the wrong place or time: if one is lonely one prefers discomfort.

I'm only saying I want you to be happy. I hate your being unhappy. I don't mind anything you do that makes you happy." You just want an excuse. If I sleep with anybody else, you feel you can do the same - any time." That's neither here nor there. I want you to be happy, that's all." You'd make my bed for me?" Perhaps.

All the emotions have something in common. People are quite aware of the sorrow there always is in lust, but they are not so aware of the lust there is in sorrow.

Thrillers are like life, more like life than you are.

He had stylized himself--life was easier that way. He had chosen a physical mould just as writer chooses a technical form.

My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ball-point pens are only good for filling out forms on a plane.