Art and propaganda have this much connection, that if a propaganda makes art impossible, it is clearly damned.

[Evelyn Waugh] made drunkenness cute and chic, and then took to religion, simply to have the most expensive carpet of all to be sick on.

It is always one's virtues and not one's vices that precipitate one into disaster.

Of Virginia Woolf: The talent of this generation which is most certain of survival.

There is nothing more frightening than the faces of people whom one does not know but who seem to know one, and be amused by one.

My memory is certainly in my hands. I can remember things only if I have a pencil and I can write with it and I can play with it. ... I think your hand concentrates for you. I don't know why it should be so.

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