There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get.

And there's the fallacy of existence: the idea that one could be happy forever and age with a given situation or series of accomplishments.

But everybody has exactly the same smiling frightened face, with the look that says: "I'm important. If you only get to know me, you will see how important I am. Look into my eyes. Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.

…* to learn that money makes life smooth in some ways, and to feel how tight and threadbare life is if you have too little. * to despise money, which is a farce, mere paper, and to hate what you have to do for it, and yet to long to have it in order to be free from slaving for it. * to yearn toward art, music, ballet and good books, and get them only in tantalizing snatches.

If Doctor Nolan asked me for the matches, I would say that I'd thought they were made of candy and had eaten them.

Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.

I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.