First-class travel, provided one hasn't to pay for it oneself, is the most insidiously addictive of life's luxuries.

Feel, he told himself, feel, feel, feel. Even if what you feel is pain, only let yourself feel.

Any visitor to an historic country town or city quickly becomes aware in his or her peregrinations that the most attractive houses in the centre are invariably the offices of lawyers.

Authors always take rejection badly. They equate it with infanticide.

I don't want anyone to look to me, not for protection, not for happiness, not for love, not for anything.

I don't see why escapist literature shouldn't also be a work of art.

Absolute nakedness was intrusive, confusing to the senses. Paradoxically, it both revealed and diminished identity.