Big Brother Is Watching You.

To Walk Through The Ruined Cities Of Germany Is To Feel An Actual Doubt About The Continuity Of Civilization.

Poverty Frees Them From Ordinary Standards Of Behaviour, Just As Money Frees People From Work.

There Is No Test Of Literary Merit Except Survival, Which Is Itself An Index To Majority Opinion.

Freedom Is The Freedom To Say That Two Plus Two Make Four. If That Is Granted, All Else Follows.

Writing A Book Is A Horrible, Exhausting Struggle, Like A Long Bout With Some Painful Illness. One Would Never Undertake Such A Thing If One Were Not Driven On By Some Demon Whom One Can Neither Resist Nor Understand.