To understand all is to forgive all.

For in that city [New York] there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.

I prefer all but the very worst travel books, to all but the very best novels.

He wasn't a complete human being at all. He was a tiny bit of one, unnaturally developed; something in a bottle, an organ kept alive in a laboratory. I thought he was a sort of primitive savage, but he was something absolutely modern and up-to-date that only this ghastly age could produce. A tiny bit of a man pretending to be whole.

Once you start changing a name, you see, there's no reason ever to stop. One always hears one that sounds better.

Evelyn Waugh: How do you get your main pleasure in life, Sir William? Sir William Beveridge: I get mine trying to leave the world a better place than I found it. Waugh: I get mine spreading alarm and despondency and I get more satisfaction than you do.

that is not the last word; it is not even an apt word; it is a dead word from ten years back.