...all his longings came out as a kind of disdain for what he longed for..

she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face..

The worse they are the more they see beauty in each other..

I think being an only child created in me a degree of self-reliance, which I'm glad of. It made me perfectly happy with my own company and perhaps wa….

What the problem was was this colossal redundancy, the squandering of brilliant technique on cheap material..

Now that I had actually made love, more astonishingly now that I had been made love to, the fantasies were subtly undermined..

I was rather a goody-goody as a child... It was only later on I discovered that you could be naughty and get away with it..

He wanted pure compliments, just as he wanted unconditional love..

I like things to reverberate, to be suggestive..

There was the noise itself, which he thought of vaguely as the noise of classical music, sameish and rhetorical, full of feelings people surely never….

To apologize for what you most wanted to do, to concede that it was obnoxious, boring, 'vulgar and unsafe' --- that was the worst thing..

The great wisdom for writers, perhaps for everybody, is to come to understand to be at one with their own tempo..