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.

We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.

Nothing is more maddening than being questioned by the object of one's interest about the object of hers, should that object not be you.

A middling talent makes for a more serene life.

The notion that one can liberate another soul from captivity is an illusion of the very young.

In a happy marriage there is a continuous dense magnetic sense of communication.

for most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter.