He refused categorically all ideas of fidelity or serious commitments. He explained that they were arbitrary and sterile. From anyone else such views would have shocked me, but I knew that in his case they did not exclude tenderness and devotion - feelings which came all the more easily to him since he was determined that they should be transient.

I found myself both touched and irritated by the discovery that she was vulnerable.

I've often found myself preferring second-rate people to supposedly superior people, simply and solely because of their uncontrollable tendency to bang themselves against the sides of life's vast lampshade like fireflies or moths.

pity is an agreeable sentiment, uplifting like military music.

It isn't common sense that is paramount in this world, it's wishful thinking.

Whisky, gambling and Ferraris are better than housework.

People respect unhappiness and find it especially hard to forgive success.