An ugly knife lay buried in the heart of Mad Carew,'Twas the 'Vengeance of the Little Yellow God'.

I wrote The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God in five hours, but I had it all planned out. It isn't poetry and it does not pretend to be, but it does what it sets out to do.

It is no use describing a house; the reader will fix the scene in some spot he knows himself.

Then India, everyone has his own idea of India.

Artists are the serfs of a leisure society.

-Do you think it's dirty money?-All money is dirty. If it were clean nobody would want it.

What could you do to a man who owns nothing? You can't starve a fasting man, you can't steal from someone who has no money, you can't ruin someone who hates prestige.

There is nothing higher than reason.

Most of us would be far enough from vanity if we heard all the things that are said about us.

'Tis social converse, animates the soul.

Dig your well before you're thirsty.

I can understand the things that afflict mankind, but I often marvel at God those which console. An atom may wound, but God alone can heal.

Pain is a new room in your house.

When my physicality is involved, it's kind of my comfort zone, so I find it much easier to access emotions.