“Why children?' he asked. 'Why always children? For love to end where it begins is far more beautiful, and Nature knows it.”

“After all, is not a real Hell better than a manufactured Heaven?”

“He had awoken too late for happiness, but not for strength, and could feel an austere joy, as of a warrior who is homeless but stands fully armed.”

“They must live outside class, without relations or money; they must work and stick to each other till death. But England belonged to them. That, besides companionship, was their reward. Her air and...”

“There was something better in life than this rubbish, if only he could get to itlovenobilitybig spaces where passion clasped peace, spaces no science could reach, but they existed for ever, full of...”

“People turned out to be alive. Hitherto he had supposed that they were what he pretended to be - flat pieces of cardboard stamped with a conventional design there came by no process of reason a con...”

“I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much h...”

“How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”

“If you want to know the value of a minute ask the person who came to the train station or airport a minute late.”

“He tried to name which of the deadly seven might apply, and when he failed he decided to append an eighth, regret.”

“I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing.”

“Regrets came up and asked me if Id like to own them. Declined them for the most part but took a few just so I wouldnt leave this relationship empty handed.”