Writers don't need love; all they require is money.

George Bernard Shaw writes like a Pakistani who has learned English when he was twelve years old in order to become an accountant.

They spend their time looking forward to the past.

It is easy to answer the ultimate questions - it saves you bothering with the immediate ones.

We all of us waited for him to die. The family sent him a check every month, and hoped he'd get on with it quietly, without too much vulgar fuss.

The whole point of a sacrifice is that you give up something you never really wanted in the first place. People are doing it around you all the time. They give up their careers, say -- or their beliefs -- or sex.

Marriage is rather a silly habit.