Either we live by accident and die by accident, or we live by plan and die by plan.

I want you to try and remember what it was like to have been very young. And particularly the days when you were first in love; when you were like a person sleepwalking, and you didn’t quite see the street you were in, and didn’t quite hear everything that was said to you. You’re just a little bit crazy. Will you remember that, please?

For what human ill does dawn not seem to be alternative?

I think I write in order to discover on my shelf a new book that I would enjoy reading, or to see a new play that would engross me.

Even in the most perfect love one person loves less profoundly than the other.

Every good thing in the world stands on the razor-edge of danger.

The test of an adventure is that when you're in the middle of it, you say to yourself "Oh now I've got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home. And the sign that something's wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure.