when a person implores you to be reasonable what he means is that you should speed round forthwith to his point of view.

Claudia's the sort of girl who goes through life holding onto the sides.

Men were made for war. Without it they wandered greyly about, getting under the feet of the women, who were trying to organize the really important things of life.

I have frequently thought that the dead should be buried with all their belongings. It seems weirdly perverse that their clothes should still be here when the people you love best in the world have gone.

There seems to be a peculiar and particular tie between men who have been drunk together.

Our only hope rests on the off-chance that God does exist.

One can get very fond of the people one meets in bars. The trouble is they then appear sort of different in the daylight and you realize that taking them with you is rather like taking a goldfish for a walk: not entirely correct, and surprising for the next people you run into.

Those who live on vanity must, not unreasonably, expect to die of mortification.

Phrase books seem to be a universal and eternal source of hilarity and I think I know why. Their authors go mad in the course of compiling them.

things are never so indescribably ghastly that they can't get worse.

I think the meaning of the universe is bound up with the egg. ... I am fed up with the meaning of the universe. Everything starts in the egg and ends in death. I think it's called 'the heartbreak at the heart of things.' But then perhaps our very mortality is an egg and at the moment of death our souls will emerge like damp chicks.

Optimism is the last resort of those in deep despair. There can't be any optimists in heaven.

Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.

I have never had much trouble simultaneously entertaining diametrically opposed propositions, and welcome the possibility that this is not because I have one mind and am out of it, but because I have lots of them, all beavering away on their own.

There is a hint of despair in the cry of 'I told you so,' an element of disappointment in the apparent satisfaction when idols turn out to have clay feet. The human race, when it thinks it has proved that no one is superior, is partly gratified and partly depressed.

Adolescence is usually typified by an unanswerable combination of innocence and insolence.

Evil and laughter cannot co-exist.