That's the way I remember them, heading for an exit.

Love with its paraphernalia of sexuality, jealousy, nostalgia and exaltation was easier to reognize than friendship, which seemed to have (excepting athletic equipment) no paraphernalia at all.

Avoid kneeling in unheated stone churches. Ecclesiastical dampness causes prematurely grey hair.

The novel remains for me one of the few forms where we can record man's complexity and the strength and decency of his longings.

I don't like to see all my energies, all of my youth, wasted in fur coats and radios and slipcovers.

Then it is dark; it is a night where kings in golden suits ride elephants over the mountains.

Fiction is art and art is the triumph over chaos (no less) and we can accomplish this only by the most vigilant exercise of choice, but in a world that changes more swiftly that we can perceive there is always the danger that our powers of selection will be mistaken and that the vision we serve will come to nothing.