We are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.

He's never known anything like it! But then, he has never known anything to write home about, so this is nothing to write home about.

A play that works well and is done quite a lot - I've never done the math - but it's probably more remunerative than a movie.

Since we cannot hope for order, let us withdraw with style from the chaos.

The unpredictable and the predetermined unfold together to make everything the way it is.

And for the last three minutes on the wind of a windless day I have heard the sound of drums and flute.

I'm going to be dead before I read the books I'm going to read.