One recipe for happiness is to have to sense of entitlement.' To this she added a star and noted at the bottom of the page: 'This is not a lesson I have ever been in a position to learn.

Nature played a cruel trick on her by giving her a waxed mustache.

There are more microbes per person than the entire population of the world. Imagine that. Per person. This means that if the time scale is diminished in proportion to that of space it would be quite possible for the whole story of Greece and Rome to be played out between farts.

I've never seen the point of the sea, except where it meets the land. The shore has a point. The sea has none.

Mark my words, when a society has to resort to the lavatory for its humour, the writing is on the wall.

Reading is untidy, discursive and perpetually inviting.

I suppose I'm the only person who remembers one of the most exciting of his ballets-it's the fruit of an unlikely collaboration between Nijinsky on the one hand and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle on the other.