We have shared out, like thieves, the amazing treasures of days and nights.

The Falklands thing was a fight between two bald men over a comb.

You may win your heart's desire, but in the end you're cheated of it by death.

There are no moral or intellectual merits. Homer composed the Odyssey; if we postulate an infinite period of time, with infinite circumstances and changes, the impossible thing is not to compose the Odyssey, at least once.

The certainty that everything has already been written annuls us, or renders us phantasmal.

Islam asserts that on the unappealable Day of Judgment every perpetrator of the image of a living creature will be raised from the dead with his works, and he will be commanded to bring them to life, and he will fail, and be cast out with them into the fires of punishment.

The central problem of novel-writing is causality.