-I enjoy talking to you more than anybody else because I never feel I am giving myself away and so can admit to shady, dishonest, crawling, cowardly, unjust, arrogant, snobbish, lecherous, perverted and generally shameful feelings that I don’t want anybody else to know about; but most of all because I am always on the verge of violent laughter when talking to you.
If you were here, I keep thinking, we would spend the time in talk and drink and smoke and I should be laughing a lot of the time, and I should be enjoying myself a lot of the time.
-If you can’t annoy somebody, there’s little point in writing.
-Laziness has become the chief characteristic of journalism, displacing incompetence.
-He resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again.
-No wonder people are so horrible when they start life as children.
-No pleasure is worth giving up for the sake of two more years in a geriatric home at Weston-super-Mare.
-A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night and then as its mausoleum.
-There was no end to the ways in which nice things are nicer than nasty ones.
-Growing older, I have lost the need to be political, which means… the need to be left. I am driven to grudging toleration of the Conservative Party because it is the party of non-politics, of resistance to politics.
-The ideal of brotherhood of man, the building of the Just City, is one that cannot be discarded without lifelong feelings of disappointment and loss. But, if we are to live in the real world, discard it we must. Its very nobility makes the results of its breakdown doubly horrifying, and it breaks down, as it always will, not by some external agency but because it cannot work.