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.

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

Daytime sleep is a cursed slumber from which one wakes in despair.

How rarely can happiness be really innocent and not triumphant, not an insult to the deprived.

Good writing is full of surprises and novelties, moving in a direction you don't expect.

Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.

I daresay anything can be made holy by being sincerely worshipped.