A rowdy bunch on the whole, they were most of them so violently individualistic as to be practically interchangeable.

That's my answer to the question what is your strongest emotion, if you ever want to ask me: Curiosity, old bean. Curiosity every time.

It's amazing how right you can be about a person you don't know; it's only the people you do know who confuse you.

What’s the use of remembering anything? If it was unpleasant it was unpleasant and if it was pleasant it’s over.

I hate champagne more than anything in the world next to Seven-Up.

Acting doesn't bring anything to a text. On the contrary, it detracts from it.

The vehemence of my moral indignation surprised me. Was I beginning to have standards and principles, and, oh dear, scruples? What were they, and what would I do with them, and how much were they going to get in my way?