One realizes that human relationships are the tragic necessity of human life; that they can never be wholly satisfactory, that every ego is half the time greedily seeking them, and half the time pulling away from them. In those simple relationships of loving husband and wife, affectionate sisters, children and grandmother, there are innumerable shades of sweetness and anguish which make up the pattern of our lives day by day, though they are not down in the list of subjects from which the conventional novelist works.

Even in harmonious families there is this double life: the group life, which is the one we can observe in our neighbour's household, and, underneath, another -…

Now everything was in ruins. The air was still and cold like the air in a refrigerating-room. What I felt was fear; I was afraid to look or speak or move. Ever…

The qualities of a second-rate writer can easily be defined, but a first-rate writer can only be experienced. It is just the thing in him which escapes analysi…

I love you Sarah. For all eternity, I love you.

Having a good time together is the essence of lovingness and the best means of increasing it.

She said, 'Love isn't enough. Your parents have to know how to relate to you, and to each other. They have to want to be with you more than with anyone else. T…