The present age is demented. It is possessed by a sense of dislocation, a loss of personal identity, an alternating sentimentality and rage which, in an individual patient, could be characterized as dementia.

It is not a bad thing to settle for the Little Way, not the big search for the big happiness but the sad little happiness of drinks and kisses, a good little car and a warm deep thigh.

Consciously cultivate the ordinary.

Why is it that no other species but man gets bored? Under the circumstances in which a man gets bored, a dog goes to sleep.

The present age is demented. It is possessed by a sense of dislocation, a loss of personal identity, an alternating sentimentality and rage which, in an individual patient, could be characterized as dementia.

Children notice things first, people later.

I sometimes think novelists write about sex in order to avoid boring themselves to death.