She had lost all our memories for ever, and it was as though by dying she had robbed me of part of myself. I was losing my individuality. It was the first stage of my own death, the memories dropping off like gangrened limbs.

I had never known her before and I had never loved her so much. The more we know the more we love, I thought.

The world doesn't make any heroes anymore.

Success is more dangerous than failure, the ripples break over a wider coastline.

Nobody thinks in terms of human beings. Governments don't, why should we? They talk about people and the proletariat; I talk about the suckers and the mugs. It's the same thing.

For an artist to think in terms of success is like a priest trying to think in terms of success.

Oh, I’m not a Berkeleian. I believe my back’s against this wall. I believe there’s a sten gun over there.