Stained glass, engraved glass, frosted glass; give me plain glass.

Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical.

That's the trouble with provincial life. Everyone knows everyone and there is no mystery. No romance.

We chase the reward, we get the reward and then we discover that the true reward is always the next reward. Buying pleasure is a false end.

One degrades oneself sometimes in the effort not to be lonely.

There are many reasons why novelists write, but they all have one thing in common - a need to create an alternative world.

Hazard has conditioned us to live in hazard. All our pleasures are dependent on it. Even though I arrange for a pleasure, and look forward to it, my eventual enjoyment of it is still a matter of hazard. Wherever time passes, there is hazard.