Quotes About Innocence

I don't attack innocent people.

The killing of innocent people is always wrong.

I didn't kill innocent people.

I wrote a lot as a child. I had an insane imagination.

Rather nostalgically, I sometimes think I could still play Juliet. Inside, I'm still an incorrigible romantic.

One of my grandsons used to insist, when he was only 3 or 4, that he had been born and had lived in India.

The writer cannot abandon himself simply to inspiration, and feign innocence vis a vis language, because language is never innocent.

I find most children quite inspiring.

I saw the bombs, and, like a kid, I looked back at them. Instantly there was fire everywhere.

If I commit an error I do it without bad intention.

I really loved getting to interact with an animal or a baby or a kid in a scene because they don't really know that you're acting. They don't know that this isn't reality.

But to be corrupt, you must once have been innocent - and I guess some people never were.

The two girls grew up at the edge of the ocean and knew it was paradise, and better than Eden, which was only a garden.

Culturally, L.A. has always been a humid jungle alive with seething L.A. projects that I guess people from other places just can't see. It takes a certain kind of innocence to like L.A., anyway. It requires a certain plain happiness inside to be happy in L.A., to choose it and be happy here. When people are not happy, they fight against L.A. and say it's a 'wasteland' and other helpful descriptions.

Twelve years old. I was happy. My friend had a Ouija board, asked when we were going to get our periods, looked down, and I saw blood.

I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask, "Mother, what was war?"

I walk into a kids' store, and it's amazing, the types of instruments - little squeaky things, rattling things, spinning tops.

I once saw a small child go to an electric light switch as say, "Mamma, can I open the light?" She was using the age-old language of exploration, the language of art. It was a sort of metaphor, but she was not using it as ornamentation.

Post Mortem Conspectu" A brown, fat babe sitting in the lotus, And you were glad and laughing With a laughter not of this world. It is good to splash in the water And laughter is the end of all things.

Kittens believe that all nature is occupied with their diversion.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

When once--which every body must be--you are convinced of the wickedness and deceit of men, it is impossible to preserve untainted your own innocence of heart.

PRAXIS DUVEEN, AT THE age of five, sitting on the beach at Brighton, made a pretty picture for the photographer. Round angel face, yellow curls, puffed sleeves, white socks and little white shoes—one on, one off, while she tried to take a pebble from between her tiny pink toes—delightful! The photographer had hoped to include her elder sister Hypatia in the picture, but that sullen, sallow little girl had refused to appear on the same piece of card as her ill-shod sister.