“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.”

“We're not savages. We're English.”

“We have to face it at last. We're not all human.”

“We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.”

“Are we savages or what?”

“What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?”

“It wasn't until I was 37 that I grasped the great truth that you've got to write your own books and nobody else's, and then everything followed from there.”