The tourist debauches the great monuments of antiquity, a comic figure, always inapt in his comments, incongruous in his appearance; ...avarice and deceit attack him at every step; the shops that he patronizes are full of forgeries... But we need feel no scruple or twinge of uncertainty; 'we' are travelers and cosmopolitans; the tourist is the other fellow.
Evelyn WaughI am annoyed to find myself continually described by people whom I have never set eyes on as bad-tempered.
Evelyn WaughThe anguished suspense of watching the lips you hunger for, framing the words, the death sentence, of sheer triteness!
Evelyn WaughAn artist must be a reactionary. He has to stand out against the tenor of the age and not go flopping along.
Evelyn WaughIf you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
Evelyn Waugh