I don't myself believe that, even when we fulfil our minimum obligation not to cause pain, we have the right to kill animals.

We Irish had the right word on the tip of our tongue, but the imperialist got at that. What should trip off it we trip over.

I refuse absolutely to consign the whole male sex to the nursery. ... I obdurately insist on believing that some men are my equals.

To my mind, the two most fascinating subjects in the universe are sex and the eighteenth century.

The fact that there are bigger injustices and wrongs doesn't make it right to sacrifice an innocent monkey. It doesn't alter the case at all.

The bullfighter who torments a bull to death and then castrates it of an ear has neither proved nor increased his own virility; he has merely demonstrated that he is a butcher with balletic tendencies.

The thriller is the cardinal twentieth-century form. All it, like the twentieth century, wants to know is: Who's Guilty?