My best fishing-memory is about some fish that I never caught.

Her feelings were her own, and could not be altered from outside. It would not have occurred to her that an action which is ineffectual thereby becomes meaningless. If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.

You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty, and then we shall fill you with ourselves.

I did try very hard to tell the whole truth without violating my literary instincts.

The nationalist not only does not disapprove of atrocities committed by his own side, but he has a remarkable capacity for not even hearing about them.

It could not have been ten seconds, and yet it seemed a long time that their hands were clasped together. He had time to learn every detail of her hand.

All propaganda is lies, even when one is telling the truth.