I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.

A writer doesn't write for his readers, does he? Yet he has to take elementary precautions all the same, to make them comfortable.

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

So much in writing depends on the superficiality of one's days.

She was not too young to be wise, but she was too young to know that wisdom shouldn't be spoken aloud when you are happy.

All good novelists have bad memories. What you remember comes out as journalism; what you forget goes into the compost of the imagination.

That instinct for human character that is perhaps inherent in an imaginative writer.