The waste, the insane freaks of these money men, the cynicism and egotism of their life... I'll show that they are not brilliant, not romantic, not delightful, not intelligent.

Strange is the influence of Marx on character.

Creation of something out of nothing is the most primitive of human passions and the most optimistic

Pukka sahib or rank outsider--gentleman or bounder--and it's accent, accent, all the way.

To me, all the juice of a book is in an unpublished manuscript, and the published book is like a dead tree - just good for cutting up and building your house with.

Everyone likes the obscene; that is real life.

A woman is a hunter without a forest.