One was never married, and that's his hell; another is, and that's his plague.

Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen.

Our mental limitations prevent us from accepting our mental limitations.

Hope and patience are two sovereign remedies for all, the surest reposals, the softest cushions to lean on in adversity.

Certainty and similar states of ‘knowing what we know’ arise out of involuntary brain mechanisms that, like love or anger, function independently of reason.

Out of too much learning become mad.

Ignorance is the Mother of Devotion.

Diseases crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, rivel them up like old apples, make them as so many Anatomies.

He is only fantastical that is not in fashion.

Naught so sweet as melancholy.

It is most true, stylus virum arguit, - our style betrays us.

My word stinkof blood and goreof sleepless nightsof invisible demonsof razors and knivesof slashed wristsMy words - they stink.

Beside every great writer is a great listener.

They say that a few minutes each day of petting your dog can raise your serotonin levels.

I consider fiction a very high-class form of lying. I enjoy and admire it enormously, but I don't think I'm very good at it.

Never, under any circumstance, do I touch soup, as I do not believe in building a meal on a lake.

Britain, and my hometown, will always be with me wherever I go and whatever I do - but I prefer to live in California.

Beginning before you know what you want to say and keeping on after you have said it lands a merchant in a lawsuit or the poorhouse, and the first is a shortcut to the second.

You really should be able to feel the higher power of music and be moved by it, rather than listening to me waffle on and having to explain it.

I thought it would not hurt to remind you that love is a powerful force in this world, invisible though it seems.

Sometimes all I want is to be a few inches taller so the world does not look like a dense collection of torsos.