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

one blow in anger [would] kill, probably, a child from aged two to eight. Those over eight would take two blows to kill..

I know you have it in you, Guy," Anne said suddenly at the end of a silence, "the capacity to be terribly happy..

How was it possible to be afraid and in love... The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stron….

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

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….

When I am thickening my plots, I like to think 'What if ... What if ... ' Thus my imagination can move from the likely, which everyone can think of, ….

The night was a time for bestial affinities, for drawing closer to oneself..

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

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….

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

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….

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

I think J.D. Salinger is correct in granting no interviews, and in making no speeches.

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

The kiss became the narrowed center of the still point of the turning world, so that even the park was turning in comparison to the still peace at th….

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 ….

Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October..

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

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….