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

How easy it was to lie when one had to lie!

What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?

Each book is, in a sense, an argument with myself, and I would write it, whether it is ever published or not.

The night was a time for bestial affinities, for drawing closer to oneself.

When I am thickening my plots, I like to think 'What if ... What if ... ' Thus my imagination can move from the likely, which everyone can think of, to the unlikely-but-possible, my preferred plot.

I find the public passion for justice quite boring and artificial.