I never knew of a morning in Africa when I woke that I was not happy.
Fascism is a lie told by bullies.
Courage is grace under pressure.
Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.
To be able to say: I loved this person, we had a hell of a nice time together, it's over but in a way it will never be over and I do know that I for sure loved this person, to be able to say that and mean it, that's rare. That's rare and valuable.
There was no really good true war book during the entire four years of the war. The only true writing that came through during the war was in poetry. One reason for this is that poets are not arrested as quickly as prose writers.