England is the most class-ridden country under the sun. It is a land of snobbery and privilege$$$ ruled largely by the old and silly.

Despotic governments can stand 'moral force' till the cows come home; what they fear is physical force.

The weariness of the cell is the vigour of the organism.

Every generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before it$$$ and wiser than the one that comes after it.

Living is a constant process of deciding what we are going to do.

Cleanse my heart... Give me the ability to rage correctly.

I'm frightened all the time. But I never let it stop me. Never!

I wouldn't want to be faster or greener than now. If you were with me$$$ O you were the best of all my days!

That is the mystery about writing: it comes out of afflictions$$$ out of the gouged times$$$ when the heart is cut open.

You can't make decisions based on fear and the possibility of what might happen.