I write against violence. I write against fascism. I write against one person dominating another.

I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk.

Complaints about reality are immature.

What you people who weren't yet born can never know is what it meant to sleep in cities under silent falls of snow when all night long the only sounds you heard were dogs that parked at trains that passed so far away they took a short cut through your dreams and no one even woke. It was the war that changed that. It was. After the Great War for Civilization - sleep was different everywhere.

... too much brooding, not enough doing.

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.