Caitlin Thomas Quotes

I don't trust sentimentality in men; it goes with tyranny; you can't have one without the other.

The wretched Artist himself is alternatively the lowest worm that ever crawled when no fire is in him; or the loftiest God that ever sand when the fire is going.

When the desire is on for one particular person, nobody else will do.

One should never go back to a place one has loved; for, however, rough the going forward is, it is better than the snuffing out-of-love return.

Jealousy is the lifelong noose hanging about the neck of love.

My bitterness is not an abstract substance, it is as solid as a Christmas cake; I can cut it in slices and hand it round and there is still plenty left, for tomorrow.

England, where nobody ever says what they mean: and by denying feeling, kill it off stone-cold at the roots.

there is this malign curse laid on dipsomaniacs. That they must absolutely have a drink: in order to feel strong enough to stop drinking.

resignation, perhaps the most stifling word in the language.

I am unable, mentally incapable, of relating the dead thing, the broken body refusing to divulge why or where the occupant has gone, to the thing that was alive.

I had got to the dawn of the beautiful not caring, but fully aware, stage, which degenerates so imperceptibly into the doing something unpermissible stage.

Virtue in a man doesn't make you want to grab him.

money ... is only important when you have none; and though it may not be everything, it goes a very long way towards blocking up the winter draft of age.

... the mere thought of going near a man who is not mellowly pickled, and whose breath reeks of his native fleshy self, is squeamishly unpalatable to me.

A lot of warm vulgarity is incomparably preferable to a little bit of pinched niceness

Anybody who thinks there is any vague chance of adult exchange with a child is up the spout; and would be much less disappointed if they recognized the chasm unbridgeably dividing them.

There is a great gulf between the really creative person and normal people. The totally creative person does not have the rest of his life in proper proportion.

[On journalists:] They are as disruptive a menace to the public body: as grating turds in the intestines are to the private body.

There is, happily, no limit to the faith of human nature in believing what it wants to believe.

In America they make too much fuss of poets; in London they make too little.

Love can bear anything better than ridicule.

But there is that about well-intentioned advice that has the opposite effect of the one intended, and causes a Spanish fly of perversity to enter into the hitherto passive soul.

anybody who drinks seriously is poor: so poor, poor, extra poor, me.

Fearful as reality is, it is less fearful than evasions of reality. Look steadfastly into the slit, pinpointed malignant eyes of reality as an old-hand trainer dominates his wild beasts.

Between threading a needle and raving insanity is the smallest eye in creation.