I loathe narcissism, but I approve of vanity.

I adore artifice. I always have.

Don't look left nor right and never compete. Never. Watching the other guy is what kills all forms of energy.

Still, my dream in life is to come home and think of absolutely nothing. After all, you can’t think all the time.

Chutney is marvelous. I'm mad about it. To me, it's very imperial.

A funny person is funny only for so long, but a wit can sit down and go on being spellbinding forever.

I wonder about prisoners. They're told, "You are free, you are innocent, you can go anywhere." I'm sure they usually feel nothing. They don't burst into tears or hysterics or joy or "I told you so." It's nothing. To be on the straight path isn't a bloody thing. It's just ordinary.