... it has always seemed to me that books are the supreme decorations of a room
After all a book can be represented as a conversation with one’s demon.
Go and see whether the Doctor is about,’ said Jack, ‘and if he is, ask him to look in, when he has a moment.’ Which he is in the fish-market, turning over some old-fashioned lobsters. No. I tell a lie. That is him, falling down the companion-way and cursing in foreign.
No man born of woman has ever understood spoken Portuguese.
Never mind manoeuvres, always go at them.
Compulsion is the death of friendship.