One's life has many compartments.

There are places in my heart...where no living soul...has...or can ever...trespass.

There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.

Don't forget the earth's about five thousand million years old, at least. Who can afford to live in the past?

It was difficult being a conscientious objector in the 1940's, but I felt I had to stick to my guns.

I could be a bit of a pain in the arse. Since I've come out of my cancer, I must say I intend to be even more of a pain in the arse.

Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.