The worst fault of the working classes is telling their children they're not going to succeed, saying: There is life, but it's not for you.

Loyalty to the school to which your parents pay to send you seemed to me like feeling loyalty to Selfridges.

The worst fault of the working classes is telling their children they're not going to succeed, saying: There is life, but it's not for you.

The greatest horrors of our world are committed by people who are totally sincere.

I suppose that writers should, in a way, feel flattered by the censorship laws. They show a primitive fear and dread at the fearful magic of print.

Writing about the indignities of old age: the daunting stairway to the restaurant restroom, the benefits of a wheelchair in airports and its disadvantages at cocktail parties, giving the user what he described as a child's-eye view of the party and a crotch-level view of the guests. Dying is a matter of slapstick and pratfalls. The aging process is not gradual or gentle. It rushes up, pushes you over and runs off laughing. No one should grow old who isn't ready to appear ridiculous.

No brilliance is needed in the law. Nothing but common sense, and relatively clean finger nails.