Neither of us mentioned him when we woke on the morning after his death...One is not jealous of the dead, and it seemed easy to me that morning to take up our old life together.

He was impregnably armored by his good intentions and his ignorance.

Innocence is a kind of insanity

Thought's a luxury. Do you think the peasant sits and thinks of God and Democracy when he gets inside his mud hut at night?

I never knew a man who had better motives for all the trouble he caused.

Death was far more certain than God.

Perhaps to the soldier the civilian is the man who employs him to kill, who includes the guilt of murder in the pay-envelope and escapes responsibility.

So much of war is sitting around and doing nothing, waiting for somebody else. With no guarantee of the amount of time you have left it doesn't seem worth even starting a train of thought.

They killed him because he was too innocent to live.

Innocence always calls mutely or protection when we would be so much wise to guard ourselves against it: innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

Suddenly watching her feet, so light and precise and mistress of his shuffle, I was in love again.

My soul doth magnify the Lord, And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.

Most people live lives that are full of mysteries, lives whose ultimate purpose we may never really understand. But for the sake of serenity, we must believe in life’s nobleness.

... evil was, perhaps, necessarily always more impressive than good.

By my rambling digressions I perceive myself to be growing old.

I think if you're going to make political art, you have to engage at some level. You can't just write about politics, you have to try and be politics as well.

Few men are killed by the bayonet, many are scared by it. Bayonets should be fixed when the fire fight starts

As a biracial girl growing up in England, I'd never really seen any historical characters who looked like me depicted on film before that weren't being brutalized or playing slaves.

All actors bring something unexpected to the role because they have to translate what's on the page and make a real character out of the black-and-white text that's there in the script.

What is art in the final analysis? Art is the shining forth of one's interiority.

Not one cent should be raised unless it is in accord with the law.