I could never have a mistress, because I couldn't bear to tell the story of my life all over again.
I was once thrown out of a mental hospital for depressing the other patients.
Self-pity - it's the only pity that counts.
Underneath this flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.
What the world needs is more geniuses with humility; there are so few of us left.
In some situations I was difficult, in odd moments impossible, in rare moments loathsome, but at my best unapproachably great.