She had no mercy. He looked at her neck and thought how he would like to jab it with the knife he had for his muffin. He knew enough anatomy to make pretty certain of getting the carotid artery. And at the same time he wanted to cover her pale, thin face with kisses.

I've met so many people, often the scum of the earth, and found them, you know, quite decent. I am an uncomfortable stranger to moral indignation.

Tolerance is another word for indifference.

A woman may be as wicked as she likes, but if she isn't pretty it won't do her much good.

He had heard people speak contemptuously of money: he wondered if they had ever tried to do without it.

We learn resignation not by our own suffering, but by the suffering of others.

I'll give you my opinion of the human race in a nutshell... their heart's in the right place, but their head is a thoroughly inefficient organ.