Boys do not grow up gradually. They move forward in spurts like the hands of clocks in railway stations.
Cyril ConnollyMarriage is the permanent conversation between two people who talk over everything and everyone until death breaks the record.
Cyril ConnollyDining out is a vice, a dissipation of spirit punished by remorse. We eat, drink, and talk a little too much, abuse all our friends, belch out our literary preferences and are egged on by accomplices in the audience to acts of mental exhibitionism. Such evenings cannot fail to diminish those who take part in them. They end on Monkey Hill.
Cyril Connolly