I don't always understand other people's motives. I will repeat that for my own benefit, if you don't mind. I don't always understand other people's motives.

I find I always have to write something on a steamed mirror.

A rowdy bunch on the whole, they were most of them so violently individualistic as to be practically interchangeable.

Acting doesn't bring anything to a text. On the contrary, it detracts from it.

I hate champagne more than anything in the world next to Seven-Up.

It's amazing how right you can be about a person you don't know; it's only the people you do know who confuse you.

I always expect people to behave much better than I do. When they actually behave worse, I am frankly incredulous.

That's my answer to the question what is your strongest emotion, if you ever want to ask me: Curiosity, old bean. Curiosity every time.

What’s the use of remembering anything? If it was unpleasant it was unpleasant and if it was pleasant it’s over.

I’ve never wanted to meet anyone I’ve been introduced to. I want to meet all the other people.

... I was merely a disinterested spectator at the Banquet of Life.

…one half of her should not be always so much wiser than the other half…

When you choose to notice the little things, the world becomes a much more beautiful place. Find the beauty of the little things and the whole picture becomes a bit more magnificent.

Her words were like tinfoil

It's the oldest story in the world. One day you're 17 planning for someday and then quietly, without you ever noticing, someday today. And then someday yesterday. And this is your life.

There would be no bohemia without smoking.

Unix has retarded OS research by 10 years and linux has retarded it by 20.

The outer conditions of a person's life will always be found to be harmoniously related to his inner state...Men do not attract that which they want, but that which they are.

I'm not a flag waver for obesity. It's not healthy, and you have a crap life because there is such a downer on it.

The day which we fear as our last is but the bday of eternity. - By SenecaThe first hundred years are the hardest.