Oh, I’m not a Berkeleian. I believe my back’s against this wall. I believe there’s a sten gun over there.

If two people loved, they slept together; it was a mathematical formula, tested and proved by human experience.

Any man who knocks on the door of a brothel is looking for God.

I aim to be content with what I produce. It's an aim I never achieve, but I go over my work word by word, time and again, so as to be as little dissatisfied as possible.

Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust. In a closely beleaguered city every sentry is a potential traitor.

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.