Zen has no secrets other than seriously thinking about life and death.
Is it possible that my people live in such awful conditions? I tell you, Mr Wheatley, that if I had to live in conditions like that I would be a revolutionary myself.
Today 23 years ago dear Grandmama died. I wonder what she would have thought of a Labour Government.
I have many times asked myself whether there can be more potent advocates of peace upon earth through the years to come than this massed multitude of silent witnesses to the desolation of war.
If you do not seek to publish what you have written, then you are not a writer and you never will be.
I thought men like that shot themselves.
My father was frightened of his mother. I was frightened of my father and I am damned well going to see to it that my children are frightened of me.
I want to tell her how much she's become the center of my being. But I can't. The words won't come.
I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived. I believe that all the best faculties of a mature human being exist in the child. . . that one of the most deeply human, and humane, of these faculties is the power of imagination.
Sorry, No conprendo I don't speak Loser.
I wish that my life could be like the movies, like Bonnie and Clyde or The Hunger or Harold and Maude. And. . . it can be! It maybe just takes somebody else who is as fearless as you. It takes a person who will not hesitate.