A convention is an agreed-upon falsehood, a permitted lie.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

Heaven's my destination.

A convention is an agreed-upon falsehood, a permitted lie.

When you're at war, you think about a better life; when you're at peace you think about a more comfortable one.

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.

The dead don't stay interested in us living people for very long. Gradually, gradually, they let go hold of the earth . . . and the ambitions they had . . . and the things they suffered . . . and the people they loved. They get weaned away from the earth - that's the way I put it - weaned away.