Occupation: Novelist Birth: January 19, 1921 Death: February 4, 1995
He liked the fact that Venice had no cars. It made the city human. The streets were like veins, he thought, and the people were the blood, circulatin….
It always gets late with you. - Is that a compliment?.
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….
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 ….
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, ….