I would stay away from him and leave him to go his own road where there would be other women, countless other women, who would probably give him as much physical pleasure as he had had with me. I wouldn’t care, or at least I told myself that I wouldn’t care, because none of them would ever own him—own any larger piece of him than I now did.

Like all harsh, cold men, he was easily tipped over into sentiment.

All the greatest men are maniacs. They are possessed by a mania which drives them forward towards thier goal. The great scientists, the philosophers, the religious leaders - all maniacs. What else but a blind singlenee of purpose could have given focus to thier genius, would have kept them in the groove of purpose. Mania... is as priceless as genius.

Love of life is born of the awareness of death, of the dread of it.

It was the short men that caused all the trouble in the world.

At gambling, the deadly sin is to mistake bad play for bad luck.

There is only one recipe for a best seller and it is a very simple one. You have to get the reader to turn over the page.