There were two ways of looking at the world, but only one when you are starving.
The enemy isn’t men, or women, it’s bloody stupid people and no-one has the right to be stupid.
Life is a trick, and you get one chance to learn it.
When I am old I shall wear midnight.
Some shadows are so long, they arrive before the light.
The ideal death, I think, is what was the ideal Victorian death, you know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.