In A Mad World It Always Seems

She Had Lost All Our Memories For Ever, And It Was As Though By Dying She Had Robbed Me Of Part Of Myself. I Was Losing My Individuality. It Was The First Stage Of My Own Death, The Memories Dropping Off Like Gangrened Limbs.

I Know One Thing You Don't. I Know The Difference Between Right And Wrong. They Didn't Teach You That At School.' Rose Didn't Answer; The Woman Was Quite Right: The Two Words Meant Nothing To Her. Their Taste Was Extinguished By Stronger Foods--good And Evil.

God Save Us Always,' I Said 'from The Innocent And The Good.

You Think It More Difficult To Turn Air Into Wine Than To Turn Wine Into Blood?.

For An Artist To Think In Terms Of Success Is Like A Priest Trying To Think In Terms Of Success.