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

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

I’ve never wanted to meet anyone I’ve been introduced to. I want to meet all the other people.

To me Vivien Leigh was a tragic heroine of classic proportions: chosen, blessed and abandoned by the gods. Obstinately she tried to control and defy her destiny and to know her story is to be inspired by pity and terror.

I always expect people to behave much better than I do. When they actually behave worse, I am frankly incredulous.

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.

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?