The paperweight was the room he was in, and the coral was Julia's life and his own, fixed in a sort of eternity at the heart of the crystal.

No advance in wealth, no softening of manners, no reform or revolution has ever brought human equality a millimeter nearer.

The quickest way of ending a war is to lose it.

Between pigs and human beings there was not and there need not be any clash of interest whatsoever.

Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull.

When the white man turns tyrant it is his own freedom that he destroys.He becomes a sort of hollow,posing dummy,the conventional figure of a sahib.For it is the condition of his rule that he shall spend his life in trying to impress the "natives",and so in every crisis he has got to do what the "natives" expect of him.He wears a mask and his face grows to fit it.

I managed to get my copy of Ulysses through safely this time. I rather wish I had never read it. It gives me an inferiority complex. When I read a book like that and then come back to my own work, I feel like a eunuch who has taken a course in voice production.