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"Once more the fear. No, the irrepressible horror."

"Suddenly I feel that it is dangerous to be alone like this, without love...

"I don't want to be aware of my body, I want it all to stop."

"I will never completely free myself of the nearness, the intimacy, the recognition of death."

"These people seem to her unable to understand that for these armed men they are guilty simply because they exist, because they are different, because they are Muslims. And that that is reason enough for them."

"In a single day we had all been reduced to the lowest possible denominator, to brute existence...

"The day seems to have gone by so quickly and the turn of events has left her no time to think."

"Stories spread through the camp about torture and about the thousands of people killed in the men's camp...

"S. does not know what to make of these rumours. She's afraid that people exaggerate and invent the most horrible stories.

"You believe it only if you yourself see it. Perhaps this deliberate blindness is a form of self-preservation."

"She has to prove to herself that she still exists as a person, as S., if only through her belongings. Until that summer her identity had seemed indisputable. She knew who she was, she had family and friends, a job, interests...Now, however, she is inhabiting an underground world where the rules are different. She is connected to her previous world by the slim hope that it is still possible to be the same person, but already senses the fragility of this hope, the uncertainty of her own existence.

"She feels like a cracked bowl which is slowly leaking water. Even her memories are becoming remote and inaccessible."

"These pictures are her strongest proof that there truly did exist a person named S., twenty-nine years of age, a graduate of the Teacher Training College, temporarily employed in the village of B. as a home-room teacher, single, 1.68 meters tall, brown hair, brown eyes, no birthmarks..."

"The aim is to humiliate people. The internees cease to be human beings and their bodily needs, like their bodies themselves, become part of the machinery whose workings and aim they can only guess...the first lesson of survival in a camp [is] selfishness...

"It is better not to approach the guards, not to have anything to do with them. You never know how it will end. They do not need much of an excuse to whack somebody or do something even worse than that. It is better to become invisible."

"S. notices that she no longer has a will of her own, it has been replaced by something else, as if a robot has taken control of her body, making it move and react in her stead. Again, it is happening to someone else and to her at the same time.

"If the women prisoners cannot count on one another, then there is nothing she can trust any more...It is perfectly clear to her now that she cannot trust anyone...

"What upsets her is the feeling of diminishment, impoverishment and effacement. She wonders what else she will have to give up and what is the minimum of things with which one can survive without losing the feeling that one is human?"

"...We are all infected by the camp in the some way, she thinks. Of tainted blood, we are all the same. Women exist here only in the plural now. Nameless, faceless, interchangeable. There are only two categories, young and old."

"S. sometimes forgets that there is no real solidarity here, merely the struggle for bare existence."

"Opening up inside her again is the hole that swallows up everything that is human about here."

"We're not human any more, thinks S., the camp has stopped us from feeling human."

"More clearly than ever before she feels stripped of her right to herself, completely dispossessed of her own body."

"The women's room...is a storehouse of women, in a room where female bodies were stored for the use of men...This is nothing other than a soldiers' brothel...their task is to rape you...So, for them, the prisoners are garbage."

"...I want to convey what this book is not. It is not a memoir; nor do I tell the entire story of how I went from housewife to House member to House Speaker. It is not an account of every challenge we face."

"This is my story of what I saw and what I heard at some of the most momentous events of the last four decades..."

"For I was hungry and you gave me food,
I was thirsty and you gave me drink,
I was a stranger and you welcomed me,
I was naked and you clothed me,
I was sick and you visited me,
I was in prison and you came to me."

"The Republicans are our opposition, but the Senate is our enemy."

"...When legislating in Congress, our inside maneuvering can only take us so far. Always...it is the outside mobilisation that makes all the difference.

"On every issue - from health care to climate to LGBTQ+ eqality and more - the relentless, persistent advocacy of everyday Americans has made change possible."

"Marian had read about the great cliffs of black sandstone. In the hazy light they seemed brownish now, receding in a series of huge buttresses as far as the eye could see, striated, perpendicular, immensely lofty, descending sheer into a boiling white surge.

"It was the sea here which seemed black, mingling with the foam like ink with cream."

"She is shut up by her husband because she deceived him and tried to kill him.

"He was, God forgive me if I am wrong. It was like this. He was a brute of a young man, though a charming one, a drinker and a runner after women and violent to his wife and other things more. It was not a good marriage. She was unhappy, and so it went on..."

"His death perhaps."

"I am not going to witness what happens next."

"It's true that life doesn't happen to us in stories, that we make stories out of it, and that in making those stories we can't help but put a personal stamp on them, for better or worse."

"The writer [/memoirist] is charged to keep these things straight."

"You need have no jealousy; I never have an orgasm."

"I will not miss being a stranger from whom nothing is wanted and from whom nothing is expected."

"'JWH' didn't spend half the time on the record player that 'Highway 61' or 'Blonde on Blonde' did, and still do."

"The Beatles, the Rolling Stones, even acts such as the Doors jettisoned psychedelia and made their way back to rock 'n' roll..."

"Music budded and came to fruition then in a way that - to my ears - has never been surpassed."

"[I] found my way upstairs and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream."
(The Beatles, 'A Day in the Life')

"Work is a thing, for most, of the past...

"We have entered a post-industrial age, have no doubt about that...

"I don't think that work has any intrinsic value, and I don't see why people should work at all in the future if they don't want to."

"[Work's] got to be replaced by pleasure. That sounds a bit hippy, but we've got to start educating everybody to enjoy their lives, to achieve their maximum potential as people, rather than training them as factory fodder for jobs which no longer exist. It's about altering the whole basis of society...

"We must institute a social wage, whereby everybody in Britain gets given a certain amount of money per week simply because they exist...It must be enough, so that if you don't want to work, or you cannot find work, you can live comfortably..."

"The central point of it all is that the social wage must replace work as the mechanism of maintaining the majority of society in the essentials..."

"The idea is that while you are alive, you can earn whatever you can [if you work] and spend whatever you like."

"The whole idea is to create a system which is fundamentally hedonist, rather than materialist. But with equal opportunity of access to pleasure."

"Leisure is a form of liberation...Most people would not choose to do nothing. They would use some of their time to supplement their social wage by whatever means they could, trading in whatever skills they possessed and keeping all the money they could make. Or else they would just sit around and drink and talk and go to the movies, and what is wrong with that?"

"...We must move, full speed, to a future of fun and freedom for all, and that can only be achieved by the adoption of the system of social hedonism..."

"Aboriginal Creation myths tell of the legendary totemic beings who had wandered over the continent in the Dreamtime, singing out the name of everything that crossed their path - birds, animals, plants, rocks, waterholes - and so singing the world into existence."

"The earth gave life to a man; gave him his food, language and intelligence; and the earth took him back when he died...A man's 'own country', even an empty stretch of spinifex, was itself a sacred ikon that must remain unscarred...by roads or mines or railways...

"To wound the earth is to wound yourself, and if others wound the earth, they are wounding you. The land should be left untouched: as it was in the Dreamtime when the Ancestors sang the world into existence.

"The Aboriginals were a people who trod lightly over the earth; and the less they took from the earth, the less they had to give in return...

"Each totemic ancestor, while travelling through the country, was thought to have scattered a trail of words and musical notes along the line of his footprints...

"These Dreaming-tracks lay over the land as 'ways' of communication between the most far-flung tribes.

"A song was both map and direction-finder. Provided you knew the song, you could always find your way across [the] country...

"A man on 'Walkabout" always [travelled] down one of the Songlines."

"He named the waterhole, the reedbeds, the gum trees - calling to right and left, calling all things into being and weaving their names into verse...

"The distance between two such sites can be measured as a stretch of song...

"The Ancients sang their way all over the world. They sang the rivers and ranges, salt-pans and sand dunes...wherever their tracks led they left a trail of music...

"They wrapped the whole world in a web of song...

"A man raised in one part of the desert would know its flora and fauna backwards. He knew which plant attracted game. He knew his water. He knew where there were tubers underground. In other words, by naming all the 'things' in his territory, he could always count on survival."

"By singing the world into existence, the Ancestors had been poets in the original sense of 'poesis', meaning 'creation'...

"The man who went 'Walkabout' was making a ritual journey. He trod in the footprints of his Ancestor. He sang the Ancestor's stanzas without changing a word or note - and so recreated the Creation."

"All our words for 'country' are the same as the words for 'line'."

"The song was supposed to lie over the ground in an unbroken chain of couplets: a couplet for each pair of the Ancestor's footfalls, each formed from the names he 'threw out' while walking."

"My approach had been wrong, I realised. By writing about myself in the first person, I had smothered myself and made myself invisible, had made it impossible for me to find the thing I was looking for. I needed to separate myself from myself, to step back and carve out some space between myself and my subject (which was myself), and therefore I returned to the beginning...and began writing it in the third person."

"You tell yourself that love is not a moral issue, desire is not a moral issue, and as long as you cause no harm to each other or anyone else, you will not be breaking your vow [to live your life as an ethical human being]."

"What Adam wrote was pure make-believe."

"...Tired of her [Cine's] certainties, of her possessive extremes, of the mark she thought she had left on me, of her maternalism, my big girl, my little baby..."

"Then, you whose friendship I loved, you wanted to burden me with your love. You believed that you, you would be able to graft feelings onto me, sew a piece of your heart to me..."

"My new freedom imprisons me and paralyses me..."

"It was true, it was a glaring truth, my foot was a menace to all of us."

"I'm looking for a hideout, some place where they'll take care of you. But it's still too close, both in distance and in time. You know they're looking all over, even in the hospitals."

"Julien was calling me back to man."

"There are certain signs imperceptible to people who haven't done time: a way of talking without moving the lips while the eyes, to throw you off, express indifference or the opposite thing; the cigarette held in the crook of the palm, the waiting for night to act or just to talk, after the uneasy silence of the day."

"It was the anti-imperialists who from the beginning insisted that the [Russian Revolution] would prove to be a blessing to the world.

"It was the war liberals who (together with conservatives) deplored the revolution as a menace to civilisation - that is, to the successful prosecution of the war against Germany.

"...Whatever their differences, liberals were trying to work out a solution to the problems raised by the revolution within the context of certain assumptions which conservatives did not share.

"All of them looked with horror on the suggestion that Bolshevism be crushed by force..."

"The Russians had a right to 'work out their destiny for themselves', free from foreign interference."

"Bolshevism if left alone would gradually grow more moderate...

"By ostracising the revolution the West had again and again driven it into extremes which otherwise might have been avoided. It followed from this that a more conciliatory attitude on the part of the Western nations might bring to the surface those elements of moderation and good sense which anti-imperialists still thought of as representing 'the real Russia'. Indeed, anti-imperialists thought the triumph of moderation inevitable...

"On the other hand, a massive assault on Bolshevism would leave Russia in ruins, both economic and political; it would crush not only Bolshevism but all that remained of Russian democracy, clearing the way for a military dictatorship which would impose on Russia a tyranny worse than the one from which the revolution had delivered it."

"...The alternative to understanding and conciliating the revolution was the bloody suppression of it by an armed alliance of reaction.

"The triumph of reaction would in turn...provoke another series of revolutions, more violent than the last, in which what little remained of Western civilisation would go down in ruins."

"The effort of policing the world would make police states of the Western nations themselves."

"[It] seems to me that the base is the more important concept to look at if we are to understand the notion of cultural process."

"I would say first, that in any society, in a particular period, there is a central system of practices, meanings and values, which we can properly call corporate [or] central...It is the true expression of what is dominant in our society...It is a system which is not to be understood at the level of mere opinion or mere manipulation. It is a whole body of practices and expectations, assignments of energy, ordinary understandings of the nature of man and of his world."

"There was always this pursuit, this instinct to move forwards...

"She now knew that she had no other choice than the one of being an artist."

"There was no other way she was going to be an artist than to have an accident smash a break through the life she had been living...

"She needed to have that accident, then, if being an artist was what she was in the innermost parts of her being, and so paradoxically, for her own survival, she had to have nearly died...

"It had taken the accident, she now realised, to shake something of real sense into her...The art workshop [had] inadvertently changed her life forever...

"There had been a break in her life, a decisive break."

"Several times as a child she had become convinced at a particular moment that she had been born to be nothing else but an artist.

"Too soon after each of these occasions, she said, she had let the clutter and disorder of ordinary life intrude on her thoughts."

"Life is like a guitar solo. It's loud, shapeless and it goes on too long. Sometimes it's tuneless, sometimes it's cliched, either way it's damned difficult to get it right, and even if you've done your best and you're pleased with what you've achieved, you can be sure a lot of people are going to hate it and dump all over you and tell you you're a loser."

"I'm not attracted to every schoolgirl that comes along, far from it - how many one sees, on a grey morning street, that are husky, or skinny, or have a necklace of pimples or wear spectacles - those kinds interest me as little, in the amorous sense, as a lumpy female acquaintance might interest someone else."

"a tall, pale, broad-hipped lady, with a hairless wart near a nostril of her bulbous nose: one of those faces you describe without being able to say anything about the lips or the eyes because any mention of them - even this - would be an involuntary contradiction of their utter inconspicuousness..."

"tackle those broad bones, those multiple caverns, the bulky velvet, the formless anklebones, the repulsively listing conformation of her ponderous pelvis, not to mention the rancid emanations of her wilted skin and the as yet undisclosed miracles of surgery..."

"...What a pretty girl she is! You'll have to watch her like a hawk - she's already biggish for her age, just wait another three years and the boys will be sticking to her like flies, you'll have no end of worries..."

"As he imagined the coming years, he continued to envisage her as an adolescent - such was the carnal postulate. However, catching himself on this premise, he realised without difficulty that, even if the putative passage of time contradicted, for the moment, a permanent foundation for his feelings, the gradual progression of successive delights would assure natural renewals of his pact with happiness, which took into account, as well, the adaptability of living love...

"Against the light of that happiness, no matter what age she attained... her present image would always transpire through her metamorphoses, nourishing their translucent strata from its internal fountainhead. And this very process would allow him, with no loss of diminishment, to savour each unblemished stage of her transformations.

"Besides, she herself, delineated and elongated into womanhood, would never again be free to dissociate, in her consciousness and her memory, her own development from that of their love, her childhood recollections from her recollections of male tenderness.

"Consequently, past, present, and future would appear to her as a single radiance whose source had emanated, as she had herself, from him, from her lover."