Occupation: Author Birth: July 15, 1919 Death: February 8, 1999
Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph..
there is a natural tribal hostility between the married and the unmarried. I cannot stand the shows so often quite instinctively put on by married pe….
Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word..
Our destiny can be examined, but it cannot be justified or totally explained. We are simply here..
youth is a marvelous garment.
The most potent and sacred command which can be laid upon any artist is the command: wait..
I see myself as Rhoda, not Mary Tyler Moore..
We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
All artists dream of a silence which they must enter, as some creatures return to the sea to spawn..
In almost every marriage there is a selfish and an unselfish partner. A pattern is set up and soon becomes inflexible, of one person always making th….
The human soul is not framed for continued proximity, and the result of this enforced neighbourhood is often an appalling loneliness for which the ru….
I live, I live, with an absolutely continuous sense of failure. I am always defeated, always. Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea. The years pa….
Another person's illness is often harder to bear than one's own..
Real worship involves waiting..
The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life's most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at bein….
The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous obsess….
We must live by the light of our own self-satisfaction, through that secret vital busy inwardness which is even more remarkable than our reason..
But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art..
To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losi….
A death is the most terrible of facts..
until I have been able to bury my head so deep in dear London that I can forget that I have ever been away I am inconsolable..