Pain is easy to write. In pain we're all happily individual. But what can one write about happiness?

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

All the emotions have something in common. People are quite aware of the sorrow there always is in lust, but they are not so aware of the lust there is in sorrow.

Cruel men cry easily at the cinema.

We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.

Lust is not the worst thing. It is because any day, any time, lust may turn into love that we have to avoid it. And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.

In a mad world it always seems simpler to obey.