Literature is doomed if liberty of thought perishes.

Before the war, and especially before the Boer War, it was summer all the year round.

It [England] is a family in which the young are generally thwarted and most of the power is in the hands of irresponsible uncles and bedridden aunts.

There were sins that were too subtle to be explained, and there were others that were too terrible to be clearly mentioned. For example, there was sex, which was always smouldering just under the surface and which suddenly blew up into a tremendous row when I was about twelve.

He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himself was the monster. He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable

The words kept coming back to him, statement of a mystical truth and a palpable absurdity.

True freedom is the right to say something that others don't want to hear.