We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages. We're English, and the English are best at everything.

They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.

A star appeared...and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.

I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.

He doesn't mind if he dies... indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.

Put simply the novel stands between us and the hardening concept of statistical man. There is no other medium in which we can live for so long and so intimately with a character. That is the service a novel renders.

There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws.