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.

We are born by accident into a purely random universe.

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

Ignorance can't be pardoned. Only cured.

My temperament is not inclined toward more self-promotion than is absolutely necessary for my professional well-being.

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.

I hate no one, sir. It seems a waste of emotional energy.