People under seventy and over seven are very unreliable if they are not cats.

You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It's not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can't even remember your name.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if I won a helicopter in a crossword puzzle competition? There is not much hope though I am afraid, as they never give such practical prizes.

There are things that are not sayable. That’s why we have art.

Sentimentality is a form of fatigue.

Thousands of people know my flannel knickers, and though I know this may seem flirtatious, it is not. I am a saint.

Art is a magic which makes the hours melt away and even days dissolve into seconds