I have put my pen at the service of some of the most persecuted and misunderstood people in the world. So far as I know nothing of the kind has ever been attempted before in fiction.

Language is surely too small a vessel to contain these emotions of mind and body that have somehow awakened a response in the spirit.

The world hid its head in the sands of convention, so that by seeing nothing it might avoid Truth.

Do try to remember this: even the world's not so black as it is painted" -Valerie to Stephen (pg. 408)

Wars come and wars go but the world does not change: it will always forget an indebtedness which it thinks it expedient not to remember.

in this world there is only toleration for the so-called normal.

What a terrible thing could be freedom. Trees were free when they were uprooted by the wind; ships were free when they were torn from their moorings; men were free when they were cast out of their homes—free to starve, free to perish of cold and hunger.