England is merely an island of beef swimming in a warm gulf stream of gravy.

The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.

Who is to decide between 'Let it be' and 'Force it'?

Do you remember your childhood? I am always coming across these marvelous accounts by writers who declare that they remember 'everything.' I certainly don't. The dark stretches, the blanks, are much bigger than the bright glimpses. I seem to have spent most of my time like a plant in a cupboard.

The ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it.

if one really does try to find out why it is that people don't leave each other, one discovers a mystery. It is because they can't; they are bound. And nobody on earth knows what are the bonds that bind them except those two.

I am going to enjoy life in Paris I know. It is so human and there is something noble in the city... It is a real city, old and fine and life plays in it for everybody to see.