I could write for hours on the lustfulness of moving Swiftly.

To make war upon rebellion is messy and slow, like eating soup with a knife.

Misery, anger, indignation, discomfort-those conditions produce literature. Contentment-never. So there you are.

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.

All the revision in the world will not save a bad first draft: for the architecture of the thing comes, or fails to come, in the first conception, and revision only affects the detail and ornament, alas!

I prefer lies to truth, especially when the lies are about me.

An opinion can be argued with; a conviction is best shot. The logical end of a war of creeds is the final destruction of one, and Salammbo is the classical text-book instance.