Can one do nothing for the dead? And for a long time the answer had been - Nothing!

When we begin to take our failures non-seriously, it means we are ceasing to be afraid of them.

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

But one day we shall be rich, and the next poor. One day we shall dine in a palace and the next we'll sit in a forest and toast mushrooms on a hatpin.

Letters are the real curse of my existence. I hate to write them: I have to. If I don't, there they are - the great guilty gates barring my way.

I love the night. I love to feel the tide of darkness rising, slowly and slowly washing, turning over and over, lifting, floating, all that lies strewn upon the dark beach, all that lies hid in rocky hollows.

I don't believe other people are ever as foolishly excited as I am while I'm working. How could they be? Writers would have to live in trees.