Literature was intended to be dangerous. Art was meant to be dangerous. Ideas were nothing if they were not dangerous.
He said that in a way being loved is like being told you never have to die.
Nothing so completely verifies our perception of a thing as our killing of it.
People can only be found in what they do.
I doubt we will ever be forgiven. All I hope is – they'll remember we were human beings
All of this happened a long time ago. But not so long ago that everyone who played a part in it is dead. Some can still be met in dark old rooms with nurses in attendance.