Life nowadays goes at a gallop; and the way in which this affects literature is to make it extremely superficial and slovenly.

Life is so short, questionable and evanescent that it is not worth the trouble of major effort.

Mankind cannot get on without a certain amount of absurdity.

In the West, where our skin has turned White, we have ceased to recognise our kinship with animals.

Hastiness and superficiality are the psychic diseases of the twentieth century, and more than anywhere else this disease is reflected in the press.

Does there, I wonder, exist a being who has read all, or approximately all, that the person of average culture is supposed to have read, and that not to have r…

By and large, horror fiction is the most difficult to domesticate because part of the point is that it's one step ahead - or behind - everybody else's taste. A…