In Switzerland they had brotherly love, five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The cuckoo clock!

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in...We should be thankful we cannot see the horrors and degradations lying around our childhood, in cupboards and bookshelves, everywhere.

In the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship.

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

A petty reason perhaps why novelists more and more try to keep a distance from journalists is that novelists are trying to write the truth and journalists are trying to write fiction.

Heresy is only another word for freedom of thought.

There was a tacit understanding between them that 'liquor helped'; growing more miserable with every glass one hoped for the moment of relief.