The literature of disease is more interesting to me than all the healthy books.

There is an ideal standard somewhere and only that matters and I cannot find it. Hence the aimlessness.

If I could talk it like Dahoum, you would never be tired of listening to me.

A skittish motorbike with a touch of blood in it is better than all the riding animals on earth, because of its logical extension of our faculties, and the hint, the provocation, to excess conferred by its honeyed untiring smoothness.

Cling tight to your sense of humour. You will need it every day.

Immorality, I know. Immortality, I cannot judge.

We had been hopelessly labouring to plough waste lands; to make nationality grow in a place full of the certainty of God… Among the tribes our creed could be only like the desert grass – a beautiful swift seeming of spring; which, after a day’s heat, fell dusty.