I hate injustice, I despise inequity, I condemn hypocrisy, I abhor the lack of reason.

It's true, you can never eat a pet you name. And anyway, it would be like a ventriloquist eating his dummy.

There is no loneliness like that of a failed marriage.

September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.

Will I have to use a dictionary to read your book?" asked Mrs. Dodypol. "It depends," says I, "how much you used the dictionary before you read it.

Where there is no style, there is in effect no point of view. There is, essentially, no anger, no conviction, no self. Style is opinion, hung washing, the caliber of a bullet, teething beads.

Why should a blacksmith put his hands in the fire if he has tongs?

Yellow is vagueness and luminousness, both.

Hypocrisy is the essence of snobbery, but all snobbery is about the problem of belonging.

One's style holds one, thankfully, at bay from the enemies of it but not from the stupid crucifixions by those who must willfully misunderstand it.

Nothing is quite as bad as being without privacy and lonely at the same time.

It used to be about trying to do something. Now it's about trying to be someone.

It's our greed to extract more and more from good that turns it into evil.

What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.

I don't go by what the law say. The law's liable to say anything. I go by if it's right or not. It don't matter what the law say. I take and look at it for myself.

History doesn't proceed in incremental little notches.

My father was a motorsports journalist and a motorbike fan. He gave me my motocross bike.

I can be a rock star with a television show and still have a self-esteem problem. So it's nice to have your dad go, 'Hey Melissa, I'm proud of you - you're doing good.'

In Britain you're more used to challenging drama. In America, TV is just boring, and numbing, and bloody terrible.

And, in fact, you can find that the lack of basic resources, material resources, contributes to unhappiness, but the increase in material resources do not increase happiness.

It's just me and my guitar, and the rhythm's from there, and the poetry of life.