The world now seems a stunningly ignoble place. It has not really grown all that much worse but appears to have done so because we know so much more about it than we did.

That's the only sense in which I've been lucky: I have the kind of face to which cosmetics could be applied.

As we all know from witnessing the consuming jealousy of husbands who are never faithful, people do not confine themselves to the emotions to which they are entitled.

When asked to give advice, I do of course give it, because I give whatever I am asked to give.

A fair share of anything is starvation diet to an egomaniac.

The war between the sexes is the only one in which both sides regularly sleep with the enemy.

Another friend began to say, "Well, Quentin has a problem of adjusting himself to society and he..." This sentence was never finished. The ballet teacher expostulated, "I don't agree. Quentin does exactly as he pleases. The rest of us have to adapt ourselves to him."