... what is peculiar to our own age is the abandonment of the idea that history could be told truthfully.

There is no test of literary merit except survival, which is itself an index to majority opinion.

All tyrannies rule through fraud and force, but once the fraud is exposed they must rely exclusively on force.

The nationalist not only does not disapprove of atrocities committed by his own side, but he has a remarkable capacity for not even hearing about them.

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.

Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we Under the spreading chestnut tree.

A human being is primarily a bag for putting food into.