We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison.

Childhood, catching our imagination when it is fresh and tender, never lets go of us.

We don't live alone. We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other. And I tell you that the time will soon come when if men will not learn that lesson, then they will be taught it in fire and blood and anguish. Good night.

I fancy that the Hell of Too Many People would occupy a respectable place in the hierarchy of infernal regions.

If there is one thing left that I would like to do, it's to write something really beautiful. And I could do it, you know. I could still do it.

In plain words: now that Britain has told the world that she has the H-Bomb she should announce as early as possible that she has done with it, that she proposes to reject in all circumstances nuclear warfare.

A novelist who writes nothing for 10 years finds his reputation rising. Because I keep on producing books they say there must be something wrong with this fellow.