There will be a quick rash of hairy American filth, but it shouldn't threaten the existence of decent, serious British filth.

They spend their time looking forward to the past.

Oh heavens, how I long for a little ordinary human enthusiasm. Just enthusiasm - that's all. I want to hear a warm, thrilling voice cry out Hallelujah! Hallelujah! I'm alive!

There will be a quick rash of hairy American filth, but it shouldn't threaten the existence of decent, serious British filth.

And even in the hatred of the majority, there's a kind of triumph because I know that, although they'd never admit it, they secretly respect me.

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.

There's no such thing as failure - just waiting for success.