I write when I'm inspired, and I see to it that I'm inspired at nine o'clock every morning.

Words fashioned with somewhat over precise diction are like shapes turned out by a cookie cutter.

The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds - they mature slowly.

Marriage has driven more than one man to sex.

We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.

Let us hope, I prayed, that a kind Providence will put a speedy end to the acts of God under which we have been laboring.

We must love one another, yes, yes, that's all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other. It may be the very recognition of all men as our brothers that accounts for the sibling rivalry, and even enmity, we have toward so many of them.