It is always of interest to know what strikes another human being as remarkable.

Melodrama is one of my working tools and it enables me to obtain effects that would be unobtainable otherwise; on the other hand I am not deliberately melodramatic; don't get too annoyed if I say that I write in the way that I do because I am what I am.

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

All good novelists have bad memories.

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

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

Nobody here could ever talk about a heaven on earth. Heaven remained rigidly in its proper place on the other side of death, and on this side flourished the injustices, the cruelties, the meanness that elsewhere people so cleverly hushed up. Here you could love human beings nearly as God loved them, knowing the worst: you didn't love a pose, a pretty dress, a sentiment artfully assumed.