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

In Moulmein, in lower Burma, I was hated by large numbers of people - the only time in my life that I have been important enough for this to happen to me.

The typical socialist... a prim little man with a white-collar job, usually a secret teetotaler and often with vegetarian leanings.

All the papers that matter live off their advertisements, and the advertisers exercise an indirect censorship over news.

All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.

Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal.

The main motive for nonattachment is a desire to escape from the pain of living, and above all from love, which, sexual or non-sexual, is hard work.