... a less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people.

No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.

confession ran in the family.

How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.

It was like hunting fish with an underwater gun, a sport which he had once been foolish enough to try. At one moment there is the fish - graceful, mysterious, desirable and free - and the next moment there is nothing but struggling and blood and confusion.

I hate solitude but I am afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself and to turn it into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company I need is the company which a pub or a cafe will provide. I have never wanted a communion of souls.

There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.