Aristocrats might shrug, but commoners, dreading any collapse of the social order, wanted the rules of behavior to be observed.

When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

Autobiography. Apparently one should not name the names of those one has been to bed with, or give explicit figures on the amount of money one has earned, those being the two data most eagerly sought by readers; all the rest is legitimate to reveal.

Stale is stale and borrowed is borrowed, no matter how original your models may have been.

It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.

Thus does the unyielding, inescapable future ineluctably devour the present.

The denizens of Citizens Service Houses are not, as a rule, gifted with a lot of common sense, but they often make up for that by being extremely argumentative and vindictive.