I Measured Love By The Extent Of

Despair Is The Price One Pays For Setting Himself An Impossible Aim.

I Know One Thing You Don't. I Know The Difference Between Right And Wrong. They Didn't Teach You That At School.' Rose Didn't Answer; The Woman Was Quite Right: The Two Words Meant Nothing To Her. Their Taste Was Extinguished By Stronger Foods--good And Evil.

Lust Is Not The Worst Thing. It Is Because Any Day, Any Time, Lust May Turn Into Love That We Have To Avoid It. And When We Love Our Sin Then We Are Damned Indeed.

With A Novel, Which Takes Perhaps Years To Write, The Author Is Not The Same Man He Was At The End Of The Book As He Was At The Beginning. It Is Not Only That His Characters Have Developed-he Has Developed With Them, And This Nearly Always Gives A Sense Of Roughness To The Work: A Novel Can Seldom Have The Sense Of Perfection Which You Find In Chekhov's Story, The Lady With The Dog.

Writing Is A Form Of Therapy; Sometimes I Wonder How All Those Who Do Not Write, Compose Or Paint Can Manage To Escape The Madness, Melancholia, The Panic And Fear Which Is Inherent In A Human Situation.