We just got to go on, that's all. That's what grownups would do.

The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers....Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.

I began to write when I was seven, and I have been writing off and on ever since. It is still off and on. You can say that when I am on, when I know I have a book which I am going to write, then I write two thousand words a day. That's so many pages longhand.

Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!

He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.

We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.

Heaven lies around us in our infancy.