Hate Is A Lack Of Imagination.

I Have Never Understood Why People Who Can Swallow The Enormous Improbability Of A Personal God Boggle At A Personal Devil.

So It Always Is: When You Escape To A Desert The Silence Shouts In Your Ear.

The Economy Of A Novelist Is A Little Like That Of A Careful Housewife Who Is Unwilling To Throw Away Anything That Might Perhaps Serve Its Turn.

Reality In Our Century Is Not Something To Be Faced.

In Human Relationships, Kindness And Lies Are Worth A Thousand Truths.