They had never struggled, and only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love. - E. M. Forster

Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch, which ought to be applied as sparingly as possible. I dislike the stuff. I do not believe in it, for its own sake, at all... My lawgivers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul. My temple stands not upon Mount Moriah but in the Elysian Field where even the immoral are admitted. My motto is 'Lord, I disbelieve — help thou my unbelief.

I have almost completed a long novel, but it is unpublishable until my death and England's.

It's a risk, so's everything else, and we'll only live once.