O God, You've done enough, You've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone for ever.

I hate you, God. I hate you as though you actually exist.

They had been corrupted by money, and he had been corrupted by sentiment. Sentiment was the more dangerous, because you couldn’t name its price. A man open to bribes was to be relied upon below a certain figure, but sentiment might uncoil in the heart at a name, a photograph, even a smell remembered.

I've caught belief like a disease. I've fallen into belief like I fell in love.

I write about situations that are common, universal might be more correct, in which my characters are involved and from which only faith can redeem them, though often the actual manner of the redemption is not immediately clear. They sin, but there is no limit to God's mercy and because this is important, there is a difference between not confessing in fact, and the complacent and the pious may not realize it.

If I had to choose between life in the Soviet Union and life in the U. S. A. , I would certainly choose the Soviet Union.

Would the world be in the mess it is if we were loyal to love and not to countries?