Mr. James Joyce is a great man who is entirely without taste.

I do not think women understand how repelled a man feels when he sees a woman wholly absorbed in what she is thinking, unless it is about her child, or her husband, or her lover. It ... gives one gooseflesh.

Time spent in a casino is time given to death, a foretaste of the hour when one's flesh will be diverted to the purposes of the worm and not of the will.

She saw she had fallen into the hands of one of those doctors who have strayed too far from apparent in the direction of the soul.

I had a glorious father, I had no father at all.

There was a definite process by which one made people into friends, and it involved talking to them and listening to them for hours at a time.

If there is a God, I don't think He would demand that anyone bow down or stand up to Him. I often have a suspicion that God is still trying to work things out and hasn't finished.