We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.

The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible.

He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life,where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one's waking life was spent watching one's feet.

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.

Then you have people coming up like Malcolm Bradbury, a relatively young writer who deals with the academic scene and deals with it, I think, brilliantly.

What a man does defiles him, not what is done by others.

the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.