Until one has some kind of professional relationship with books, one does not discover how bad the majority of them are.

He was conscious of nothing except the blankness of the page in front of him, the itching of the skin above his ankle, the blaring of the music, and a slight booziness caused by the gin.

Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards.

Big Brother is watching you.

Power-worship blurs political judgment because it leads, almost unavoidably, to the belief that present trends will continue. Whoever is winning at the moment will always seem to be invincible.

One can love a child, perhaps, more deeply than one can love another adult, but it is rash to assume that the child feels any love in return.

The more men you've had, the more I love you.