Never to lie is to have no lock on your door, you are never wholly alone.

Every love has a poetic relevance of its own; each love brings to light only what to it is relevant. Outside lies the junk-yard of what does not matter.

The innocent are so few that two of them seldom meet - when they do meet, their victims lie strewn all round.

The craft of the novelist does lie first of all in story-telling.