Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull.

One has to belong to the intelligentsia to believe things like that: no ordinary man could be such a fool.

They were governed by private loyalties which they did not question. What mattered were individual relationships, and a completely helpless gesture, an embrace, a tear, a word spoken to a dying man, could have value in itself

Cricket is a game full or forlorn hopes and sudden dramatic changes of fortune and its rules are so ill-defined that their interpretation is partly an ethical business.

By revolution we become more ourselves, not less.

Happiness can only exist in acceptance.

England is the most class-ridden country under the sun. It is a land of snobbery and privilege, ruled largely by the old and silly.