#iv

The British security industry has the capacity to be a world leader and it should be our shared objective to achieve this. ↗

— Pauline Neville-Jones

#british #capacity #industry #leader #objective

The suicide bombers who struck London on 7 July 2005 killed 52 innocent people and wounded hundreds more. All of them must live with their memories. And the rest of us will always remember where we were when we heard that London had been hit by the worst terrorist attack in its history. ↗

— Pauline Neville-Jones

#attack #been #bombers #had #heard

To a considerable extent we are faced by a technology arms race with terrorists. The communications revolution has made it easier for terrorist groups to reach out to vulnerable individuals with their violent extremist ideology and propaganda. It has also facilitated fundraising, recruitment and training. ↗

— Pauline Neville-Jones

#arms #arms race #communications #considerable #easier

Caress the detail, the divine detail. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#detail #divine

There is nothing in the world that I loathe more than group activity, that communal bath where the hairy and slippery mix in a multiplication of mediocrity. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#bath #communal #group #hairy #i

I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#cannot #conceive #go #his #how

A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#importance #important #individual #only #society

It is hard, I submit, to loathe bloodshed, including war, more than I do, but it is still harder to exceed my loathing of the very nature of totalitarian states in which massacre is only an administrative detail. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#bloodshed #detail #exceed #hard #harder

The more gifted and talkative one's characters are, the greater the chances of their resembling the author in tone or tint of mind. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#chances #characters #gifted #greater #mind

Happy is the novelist who manages to preserve an actual love letter that he received when he was young within a work of fiction, embedded in it like a clean bullet in flabby flesh and quite secure there, among spurious lives. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#among #bullet #clean #embedded #fiction