“I haven't come to the theater to hear about other people's probelms. I've come to be taken out of myself, and, preferably, not put back again.”

“The third week of June, and there it is again: the same almost embarrassing familiar breath of sweetness that comes every year about this time. I catch it on the warm evening air as I walk past the well-ordered gardens in my quiet street, and for a moment I am a child again and everything before me - all of the frightening, half-understood promises of life.”

“And now everything has changed once again. The air of the Close each evening is full of bird song - I've never really noticed it before. Full of birdsong and summer perfumes, full of strange glimpses and intimations just out of the corner of my eye, of longings and sadness and undefined hopes. It has a name, this sweet disturbance. Its name is Lamorna.”

“Bohr: Heisenberg, I have to say - if people are to be measured strictly in terms of observable quantities...Heisenberg: Then we should need a strange new quantum ethics.”

“Two thousand million people in the world, and the one who has to decide their fate is is the only one who's always hidden from me.”

“We have one set of obligations to the world in general, and we have other sets, never to be reconciled, to our fellow-country men, to our neighbors, to our friends, to our family to our children. We have to go through not two slits at the same time but twenty-two. All we can do is to look afterwards, and see what happened.”

“Perhaps the home I am homesick for is still there, after all.”