My ideal job? Landlord of a bordello! The company's good and the mornings are quiet, which is the best time to write.

Love doesn't die; the men and women do.

There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it's the risk, the gamble. In any event it's a thing I need.

It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret. Father said that. That Christ was not crucified: he was worn away by a minute clicking of little wheels. That had no sister.

That's the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image.

Facts and truth really don't have much to do with each other.

People need trouble - a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it.