Sooner or later... one has to take sides. If one is to remain human.

Sometimes I get so tired of trying to convince him that I love him and shall love him for ever. He pounces on my words like a barrister and twists them. I know he is afraid of that desert which would be around him if our love were to end, but he can't realise that I feel exactly the same. What he says aloud, I say to myself silently and write it here.

It's a pity people pick and choose what they learn from the Bible.

An autobiography is only 'a sort of life' - it may contain less errors of fact than a biography, but it is of necessity even more selective: it begins later and it ends prematurely.

Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either egotism, selfishness, evil - or else an absolute ignorance.

Unfortunately the innocent are always involved in any conflict. Always, everywhere, there is some voice crying from a tower.

My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ball-point pens are only good for filling out forms on a plane.