As someone remarked, when told the new atomic bombs would explode without a bang, "they can't leave anything alone."

Though intelligence is powerless to modify character, it is a dab hand at finding euphemisms for its weaknesses.

I simply haven't the nerve to imagine a being, a force, a cause which keeps the planets revolving in their orbits and then suddenly stops in order to give me a bicycle with three speeds.

Posing was the first job I did in which I understood what I was doing.

In an expanding universe, time is on the side of the outcast.

Fashion is what you adopt when you don't know who you are.

My mother protected me from the world and my father threatened me with it.

The poverty from which I have suffered could be diagnosed as 'Soho' poverty. It comes from having the airs and graces of a genius and no talent.

Vice is its own reward.

Never keep up with the Joneses. Drag them down to your level.

No effort is required to define or even attain happiness, but enormous concentration is needed to abandon everything else.

Our wrangling lawyers are so litigious and busy here on earth that I think they will plead their clients' causes hereafter some of them in hell.

Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love still stands when all else has fallen.

When you walk to the end of a fiction, its procedure is 1) intuitive; and 2) emotional. Its intelligence is emotional, I think.

When you get second place, you say 'I could have won it here, I could have won it there.' When you win, you never say anything; it's finished.

Having been on tour in countries that are extremely eco-friendly, we automatically end up doing the things that normal people do in other countries.

For satyagraha and its offshoots, non-co-operation and civil resistance, are nothing but new names for the law of suffering.

Remember that what pulls the strings is the force hidden within; there lies the power to persuade, there the life, - there, if one must speak out, the real man.

When you really love someone, you must accept their part of mystery. And that’s why you love them.

It is better to be disliked for being who you are than to be loved for who you are not.

And in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death had arrived, to walk the streets in the City of Blue Fire.