They had been corrupted by money, and he had been corrupted by sentiment. Sentiment was the more dangerous, because you couldn’t name its price. A man open to bribes was to be relied upon below a certain figure, but sentiment might uncoil in the heart at a name, a photograph, even a smell remembered.

My fellow journalists called themselves correspondents; I preferred the title of reporter. I wrote what I saw. I took no action -- even an opinion is a kind of action.

One has no talent. I have no talent. It's just a question of working, of being willing to put in the time.

Death will come in any case, and there is a long afterwards if the priests are right and nothing to fear if they are wrong.

He had stylized himself--life was easier that way. He had chosen a physical mould just as writer chooses a technical form.

love had turned into "love affair" with a begining and an end.

I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.