I'm starting to realize that people are beginning to want to know about me. It's a jolly strange idea.

The really clever people now want to be lawyers or journalists.

When I think about atheist friends, including my father, they seem to me like people who have no ear for music, or who have never been in love.

I don't think you can tell the objective truth about a person. That's why people write novels.

I think one of the very frightening things about the regime of the National Socialists is that it made people happy.

Well, my deliberate opinion is - it's a jolly strange world.