Childhood was the germ of all mistrust. You were cruelly joked upon and then you cruelly joked. You lost the remembrance of pain through inflicting it.

I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can't love and do nothing.

I know one thing you don't. I know the difference between Right and Wrong. They didn't teach you that at school.' Rose didn't answer; the woman was quite right: the two words meant nothing to her. Their taste was extinguished by stronger foods--Good and Evil.

Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either egotism, selfishness, evil - or else an absolute ignorance.

If two people loved, they slept together; it was a mathematical formula, tested and proved by human experience.

Cynicism is cheap - you can buy it at any Monoprix store - it's built into all poor-quality goods.

I get fed up with all this nonsense of ringing people up and lighting cigarettes and answering the doorbell that passes for action in so many modern plays.