I wish sometimes you had a few bad motives, you might understand a little more about human beings.

I get fed up with all this nonsense of ringing people up and lighting cigarettes and answering the doorbell that passes for action in so many modern plays.

The economy of a novelist is a little like that of a careful housewife who is unwilling to throw away anything that might perhaps serve its turn.

Despair is the price one pays for setting himself an impossible aim.

In a mad world it always seems simpler to obey.

At one with the One, it didn't mean a thing besides a glass of Guinness on a sunny day.

It is one of the strange discoveries a man can make that life, however you lead it, contains moments of exhilaration; there are always comparisons which can be made with worse times: even in danger and misery the pendulum swings.