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He who truly believes he has a hangover has no hangover.
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Twentieth century music is like paedophilia. No matter how persuasively and persistently its champions urge their cause, it will never be accepted by the public at large, who will continue to regard it with incomprehension, outrage and repugnance.
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It is not extraordinary that the extraterrestrial origin of women was a recurrent theme of science fiction.
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You'll find that marriage is a good short cut to the truth. No, not quite that. A way of doubling back to the truth. Another thing you'll find is that the years of illusion aren't those of adolescense, as the grown-ups try to tell us; they're the ones immediately after it, say the middle twenties, the false maturity if you like, when you first get thoroughly embroiled in things and lose your head. Your age, by the way, Jim. That's when you first realize that sex is important to other people besides yourself. A discovery like that can't help knocking you off balance for a time.
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I'll pour you the first one and after that, if you don't have one, it's your own f****** fault. You know where it is.
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Education is one thing and instruction, however worthy, necessary and incidentally or monetarily educative, another.
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When starting to think about any novel, part of the motive is: I'm going to show them, this time.
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Outside every fat man there was an even fatter man trying to close in.
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The Scandinavians are dear people but they've never been what you might call bywords for wit and sparkle, have they?
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I sometimes feel that more lousy dishes are presented under the banner of pate than any other.
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How wrong people always were when they said: 'It's better to know the worst than go on not knowing either way.' No; they had it exactly the wrong way round. Tell me the truth, doctor, I'd sooner know. But only if the truth is what I want to hear.
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Death has this much to be said for it: You don't have to get out of bed for it. Wherever you happen to be They bring it to you—free.
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I wish I could have a little tape-and-loudspeaker arrangement sewn into the binding of this magazine, to be triggered off by the light reflected from the reader's eyes on to this part of the page, and set to bawl out at several bels: MORE WILL MEAN WORSE.
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Your attitude measures up to the two requirements of love. You want to go to bed with her and can't, and you don't know her very well. Ignorance of the other person topped up with deprivation, Jim. You fit the formula all right, and what's more you want to go on fitting it.
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More will mean worse.
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The ideal of brotherhood of man, the building of the Just City, is one that cannot be discarded without lifelong feelings of disappointment and loss. But, if we are to live in the real world, discard it we must.
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Cats are only human, they have their faults.
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He resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again.
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To refer even in passing to unpublished or struggling authors and their problems is to put oneself at some risk, so I will say here and now that any unsolicited manuscripts or typescripts sent to me will be destroyed unread. You must make your way yourself. Why you should be so set on the nearly always disappointing profession is a puzzling question.
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Jake was close to tears. In that moment he saw the world in its true light, as a place where nothing had ever been any good and nothing of significance done: no art worth a second look, no philosophy of the slightest appositeness, no law but served the state, no history that gave an inkling of how it had been and what had happened. And no love, only egotism, infatuation and lust.
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It is natural and harmless in English to use a preposition to end a sentence with.
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His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum.
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Women don't seem to think it's good enough; They write about it.
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Whatever part drink may play in the writer's life, it must play none in his or her work.