She wasn't just beautiful. She was like the sun coming up: coming up giggling. She was giggling as if she had just remembered something funny.

Disco dancing is just the steady thump of a giant moron knocking in an endless nail.

I was wrong, however, to suppose that Sellers thought the world revolved around him. He thought the cosmos did too, and history, and the fates... Like every egomaniac, he behaved as if everybody else spent their day being as interested in him as he was.

I won't have to miss smoking any more. Nobody smokes where I'm going: It's like a row of restaurants in California.

The Canadian version of Julius Caesar's memoirs? I came, I saw, I coped.

The Benson and Hedges Cup was won by McEnroe ... he was as charming as always, which means that he was as charming as a dead mouse in a loaf of bread.

I work on the assumption, or let it be the fear, that the reader will stop reading if I stop being interesting.