The real power, the power we have to fight for night and day, is not power over things, but over men
Man is the only creature that consumes without producing
The fight against bad English is not frivolous.
Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness.
We control matter because we control the mind. Reality is inside the skull.
The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.