“But the point is, now, at this moment, or any moment, we're only cross-sections of our real selves. What we really are is the whole stretch of ourselves, all our time, and when we come to the end of this life, all those selves, all our time, will be us - the real you, the real me. And then perhaps we'll find ourselves in another time, which is only another kind of dream.”

“We don't live alone. We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other. And I tell you that the time will soon come when if men will not learn that lesson, then they will be taught it in fire and blood and anguish. Good night.”

“The more elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.”

“During dinner at the Dersinghams in "Angel Pavement"..."Do you ever watch rugger, Golspie?" Mr Dersingham demanded down the table."What, rugby? Haven't see a match for years," replied Mr Golspie. "Prefer the other kind when I do watch one."Major Trape raised his eyebrows, "What, you a soccah man? Not this professional stuff? Don't tell me you like that.""What's the matter with it?""Oh, come now! I mean, you can't possibly --I mean it's a dirty business, selling fellahs for money and so on, very unsporting.”

“Haven't we all, as time continues, found that we must be kind to ourselves and listen to our thoughts, because fewer and fewer of those remain who know what is most real to us?”

“Have you noticed that only in time of illness or disaster or death are people real? I remember at the time of the wreck-- people were so kind and helpful and solid. Everyone pretended that our lives until that moment had been every bit as real as the moment itself and that the future must be real too, when the truth was that our reality had been purchased only by Lyell's death. In another hour or so we had all faded out again and gone our dim ways.”

“We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison.”