Was there no safety? No learning by heart of the ways of the world? No guide, no shelter, but all was miracle, and leaping from the pinnacle of a tower into the air? Could it be, even for elderly people, that this was life?--startling, unexpected, unknown?

How are we to account for the strange human craving for the pleasure of feeling afraid which is so much involved in our love of ghost stories?

We agreed that people are now afraid of the English language. He [T.S. Eliot] said it came of being bookish, but not reading books enough. One should read all styles thoroughly.

to teach without zest is a crime.

Without self awareness we are as babies in the cradles.

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.

I want to write a novel about Silence," he said; “the things people don’t say.