And no. I must not go on thinking. For the pain will never go away. You just go on and live. In the dust of desertion. Still falling where last I loved.

I'm all for Christianity, but insolence must be put down.

To marry the Irish is to look for poverty.

Writing is turning one's worst moments into money.

Revenge is what I want. Nothing but pure unadulterated revenge. But my mother brought me up to be a lady.

See all the women seated, youth in their face lifts, old age in their hands.

Sometimes you write and you find yourself almost wondering how it will turn out. I don't think every writer sort of almost admits that at some stage his books can take on their own kind of life it selves and simply lead away into directions that they're not kind of prepared for.