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.

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?

Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October.

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.

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

If people have bought something of mine, they know by now that I will decline writing it for the movies

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