any writer is inevitably going to work with his own anxieties and desires. If the book is any good it has got to have in it the fire of a personal unconscious mind.

Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.

He was a sociologist; he had got into an intellectual muddle early on in life and never managed to get out.

Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.

I think being a woman is like being Irish. Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the same.

Being in love is an exhausting business.

Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder.