Every body is a book of blood;
Wherever we're opened, we're red.
People in England are so bloody nosy.
People may or may not say what they mean... but they always say something designed to get what they want.
I got this idea of doing a really serious big work-- it would be precisely like a novel, with a single difference; every word of it would be true from beginning to end.
Men may be linked in friendship. Nations are linked only by interests.
We're all going to go crazy, living this epidemic every minute, while the rest of the world goes on out there, all around us, as if nothing is happening, going on with their own lives and not knowing what it's like, what we're going through. We're living through war, but where they're living it's peacetime, and we're all in the same country.
Beginnings are always messy.
Because I have conducted my own operas and love sheep-dogs; because I generally dress in tweeds, and sometimes, at winter afternoon concerts, have even conducted in them; because I was a militant suffragette and seized a chance of beating time to The March of the Women from the window of my cell in Holloway Prison with a tooth-brush; because I have written books, spoken speeches, broadcast, and don't always make sure that my hat is on straight; for these and other equally pertinent reasons, in a certain sense I am well known.