What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?

Couldn't a fire outrun a galloping horse?

You'll get back to where you came from.

Of the authors writing in English, I'd mention Shakespeare and Milton. But all this is terribly high-hat and makes me sound very po-faced, I'm afraid; however, I just happen to like these enormous, swinging, great creatures.

It wasn't until I was 37 that I grasped the great truth that you've got to write your own books and nobody else's, and then everything followed from there.

We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages. We're English, and the English are best at everything.

I began to see what people were capable of doing. Anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.