Robert Walker as Bruno was excellent. He had elegance and humor, and the proper fondness for his mother

Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered

one blow in anger [would] kill, probably, a child from aged two to eight. Those over eight would take two blows to kill.

For neither life nor nature cares if justice is ever done or not.

That wasn't a bad price for a first book. My agent upped it as much as possible. I was 27 and had nothing behind me. I was working like a fool to earn a living and pay for my apartment

Honesty, for me, is usually the worst policy imaginable.

Everything human is alien to me.