And it's really very difficult to kill someone when all your inner instincts would oblige you to take off your hat first!

In point of fact I was a perfectly devoted and dutiful little Catholic—until the day I learned that animals have no souls.

I had reached up and pulled the castle of dreams down around him.

I have often thought I would have been quite happy as a spider.Even a spider has the right to a mate.

None of us can choose where we shall love.

Memories are like fireflies darting across the surface of my mind, showing me here and there images so sharp and vivid that I catch my breath in wonder before the vignette disappears, sinking like a pebble into the quicksand of regret and recrimination.

Killing is like riding, you see. One never really loses the knack.