All the words I use in my stories can be found in the dictionary-it's just a matter of arranging them into the right sentences.

He knew that all things human are transitory and therefore that it must cease one day or another. He looked forward to that day with eager longing. Love was like a parasite in his heart, nourishing a hateful existence on his life's blood; it absorbed his existence so intensely that he could take pleasure in nothing else.

There is nothing so degrading as the constant anxiety about one's means of livelihood.

It is a nuisance that knowledge can only be acquired by hard work.

He found that it was easy to make a heroic gesture, but hard to abide by its results.

The artist can within limits make what he likes of his life... It is only the artist, and maybe the criminal, who can make his own.

But there are people who take salt with their coffee. They say it gives a tang, a savour, which is peculiar and fascinating. In the same way there are certain places, surrounded by a halo of romance, to which the inevitable disillusionment you experience on seeing them gives a singular spice. You had expected something wholly beautiful and you get an impression which is infinitely more complicated than any that beauty can give you. It is the weakness in the character of a great man which may make him less admirable but certainly more interesting. Nothing had prepared me for Honolulu.