The most wonderful thing in life is to be delirious and the most wonderful kind of delirium is being in love. In the morning mist, hazy and amorous, London was delirious. London squinted as it floated along, milky pink, without caring where it was going.

A man is like a novel: until the very last page you don't know how it will end. Otherwise it wouldn't be worth reading.

We need writers who fear nothing. ("Our Goal")

The next stage of development, perhaps in the distant future, will be a social order under which there will be no need for the coercive power of the state.

The old, slow, creaking descriptions are a thing of the past; today the rule is brevity - but every word must be supercharged, high-voltage.

Explosions are not comfortable.

And a question stirred within me: What if he, this yellow-eyed creature, in his disorderly, filthy mound of leaves, in his uncomputed life, is happier than we are?