If I had understood the situation a bit better I should probably have joined the Anarchists.

The atmosphere of orthodoxy is always damaging to prose, and above all it is completely ruinous to the novel, the most anarchical of all forms of literature.

The Seven Commandments: Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend. No animal shall wear clothes. No animal shall sleep in a bed. No animal shall drink alcohol. No animal shall kill any other animal. All animals are equal.

Football, a game in which everyone gets hurt and every nation has its own style of play which seems unfair to foreigners.

In the past the need for a hierarchal form of society has been the doctrine specifically of the High. It had been preached by kings and aristocrats and the priests, lawyers and the like who were parasitical upon them, and it had generally been softened by promises of an imaginary world beyond the grave.

I do not wish to comment on the work; if it does not speak for itself, it is a failure.

Whoever is winning at the moment will always seem to be invincible.