And no book, and possibly no painting, when it is finished, is ever exactly like the first dream of it.

Anticipation! It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing.

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

I didn't hang around films. I don't know if I'd ever seen Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes.

The kiss became the narrowed center of the still point of the turning world, so that even the park was turning in comparison to the still peace at their lips.

Perhaps it was freedom itself that choked her.

Honestly, I don't understand why people get so worked up about a little murder!