“I’ll do it because I want to but not because you tell me to!”

I want them either intellectually stimulating or wonderfully corny; perfectly charming or hundred percent stinker.

Our little room was morbidly quiet and sorrow was heaped in my corner like dirty snow.

I like my chosen companions to be distinguishable from the undulating masses and I don’t care how.

In the country Sunday is the day on which you do exactly as much work as you do on other days but feel guilty all the time you are doing it because Sunday is a day of rest.

There’s nothing as cozy as a piece of candy and a book.

a grudge will soon rot the pocket you carry it in.

In the country, weather is as important as food and sometimes means the difference between life and death.

Almost anybody would rather be known for expert shoe-tying than for kicking the cat.” She always tells whiners how charming they are–bullies how brave–bad sports how good–sneaks how honest!

I am neither Christian enough nor charitable enough to like anybody just because he is alive and breathing. I want people to interest or amuse me. I want them fascinating and witty or so dul as to be different.

Fidel Castro just talked a long time, and he talked and he talked and he talked and he talked… and he talked during the meeting. I think it was about four hours. But I guess that’s part of the Castro spirit.

I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.

There are certain things I want to keep to me. I don’t discuss my private life.

She told me that all the girls in Annezin prayed every night for the war to end and for the English to go away as soon as their money was spent. She said that the clause about the money was always repeated in case God should miss it.

She told me that all the girls in Annezin prayed every night for the war to end and for the English to go away as soon as their money was spent. She said that the clause about the money was always repeated in case God should miss it.

Every serious novel is, beyond its immediate thematic preoccupations, a discussion of the craft, a conquest of the form, a conflict with its difficulties and a pursuit of its felicities and beauty.

We cannot discuss human rights, when we are denying people the right to live.

No discussion between two persons can be of any use, until each knows clearly what it is that the other asserts.