She had no mercy. He looked at her neck and thought how he would like to jab it with the knife he had for his muffin. He knew enough anatomy to make pretty certain of getting the carotid artery. And at the same time he wanted to cover her pale, thin face with kisses.

Art is merely the refuge which the ingenious have invented, when they were supplied with food and women, to escape the tediousness of life.

A God that can be understood is no God. Who can explain the Infinite in words?

The dead look so terribly dead when they're dead.

You know what the critics are. If you tell the truth they only say you're cynical and it does an author no good to get a reputation for cynicism.

In the conduct of life we make use of deliberation to justify ourselves in doing what we want to do.

Dying is the most hellishly boresome experience in the world! Particularly when it entails dying of 'natural causes'.