“Viņš bija aizmirsis, ka vairums ļaužu svešā zemē jūtas labi tikai tad, ja var noniecināt tās iedzīvotājus.”

“Holivudā dzīvs ir tikai tas, kas piedalās produkcijā; ja kāds atstāja ekrānu, tad, lai cik kādreiz bijis slavens, tas bija beigts un miris un par to neviens vairs neinteresējās”

“We may be together for another six months—a year—there’s no knowing. At the end we’re certain to be apart. Do you realize how utterly alone we shall be?”

“In that moment he had loved her far more than he had ever done when they were together and free. Also he knew that somewhere or other she was still alive and needed his help.”

“The idea really came to me the day I got my new false teeth.”

“Perhaps when the next Great War comes we may see that sight unprecedented in all history, a jingo with a bullet-hole in him.”

“All writers are vain, selfish, and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives there lies a mystery. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. For all one knows that demon is simply the same instinct that makes a baby squall for attention. And yet it is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one's own personality. Good prose is like a windowpane.”