All to often, however, what she [the woman] does want is the man she hopes she will make out of the man she already has.

Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can make you dry. Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.

We met at nine We met at eight I was on time No, you were late Ah yes! I remember it well.

The female sex has no greater fan than I, and I have the bills to prove it.

We used to say that inside Cecil Beaton there was another Cecil Beaton sending out lots of little Cecils into the world. One did the sets, another did the costumes. A third took the photographs. Another put the sketches in an exhibition, then into magazines, then in a book.

It's not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.

Lots of cosy sky That God and I can share. I need air. I need air.