I hate the uneducated and the ignorant. I hate the pompous and the phoney. I hate the jealous and the resentful. I hate the crabbed and mean and the petty. I hate all ordinary dull little people who aren't ashamed of being dull and little.

Ask me to marry you." "Will you marry me?" "No.

Content is a word unknown to life; it is also a word unknown to man.

That's the trouble with provincial life. Everyone knows everyone and there is no mystery. No romance.

There are some men who are consoled by the idea that there are women less attractive than their wives; and others who are haunted by the knowledge that there are more attractive.

...all cynicism masks a failure to cope.

They're beautiful. But sad.' Everything's sad if you make it so, I said.