The melancholy thing about the world is that it is full of stupid people; and the world is run for the benefit of the stupid and common.

I had no student friends to talk to about literature. My tutor was a really nice man, very charming - but he had no literary judgment.

The world is always in movement.

Great writing can be done in biography, history, art.

The ancillary aspect of every British city now is the council estate.

In our island myth this was the prescribed end of marriages like mine: the wife goes off with someone from the Cercle Sportif, outside whose gates at night the willingly betrayed husband waits in his motorcar. The circumstances were slightly.

I profoundly feel that people are letting you down all the time.