How easy it was to lie when one had to lie!.

It always gets late with you. - Is that a compliment?.

Each book is, in a sense, an argument with myself, and I would write it, whether it is ever published or not..

What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?.

Robert Walker as Bruno was excellent. He had elegance and humor, and the proper fondness for his mother.

I find the public passion for justice quite boring and artificial..

January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was….

They were not friends. They didn't know each other. It struck Tom like a horrible truth, true for all time, true for the people he had known in the p….

I have no television - I hate it..

I don`t set the alarm to get up. I get up when I feel like it..

Anticipation! It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing..

I think people often try to find through sex things that are much easier to find in other ways..

My New Year’s Eve Toast: to all the devils, lusts, passions, greeds, envies, loves, hates, strange desires, enemies ghostly and real, the army of mem….

The justice I have received, I shall give back..

I didn't hang around films. I don't know if I'd ever seen Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes..

Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like ….

If people have bought something of mine, they know by now that I will decline writing it for the movies.

Life is a long failure of understanding ... a long, mistaken shutting of the heart..

I have Graham Greene's telephone number, but I wouldn't dream of using it. I don't seek out writers because we all want to be alone..

The first person you should think of pleasing, in writing a book, is yourself. If you can amuse yourself for the length of time it takes to write a b….

I should love to do a novel, about one abnormal character seeing present-day life, very ordinary life, yet arresting through it, abnormality, until a….