You work hard for what you want in life.
We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages. We're English, and the English are best at everything.
I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.
Before the Second World War I believed in the perfectibility of social man; that a correct structure of society would produce goodwill; and that therefore you could remove all social ills by a reorganisation of society. . . . . but after the war I did not because I was unable to. I had discovered what one man could do to another. . . I must say that anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head. . .
We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.
I will tell you what man is. He is a freak, an ejected foetus robbed of his natural development, thrown out into the world with a naked covering of parchment, with too little room for his teeth and a soft bulging skull like a bubble. But nature stirs a pudding there.
What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
Whoa, Dimitri," I said, tossing my bag on the floor. "I realize this is actually a current hit in Eastern Europe right now, but do you think we could maybe listen to something that wasn't recorded before I was born?” Only his eyes flicked toward me; the rest of his posture remained the same. "What does it matter to you? I'm the one who's going to be listening to it. You'll be outside running.
Like a fat raccoon rummaging through the garbage, that how I eat. Like a f-king fat raccoon.
I can understand Communism, but not Socialism.
The slaying of multitudes should be mourned with sorrow. A victory should be celebrated with the funeral rite.