Talk isn't work. Work is when you have pages in the evening that you didn't have in the morning.

Great restaurants are, of course, nothing but mouth-brothels. There is no point in going to them if one intends to keep one's belt buckled.

The television critic, whatever his pretensions, does not labour in the same vineyard as those he criticizes; his grapes are all sour.

One can watch hours and hours of TV without actually losing interest, but, as with Chinese food, one is rarely left with much residue of nourishment.

As Oscar Wilde should have said, when bad ideas have nowhere else to go, they emigrate to America and become university courses.

Your idea of fidelity is not having more than one man in bed at the same time.

The great networks are there to prove that ideas can be canned like spaghetti. If everything ends up by tasting like everything else, is that not the evidence that it has been properly cooked?

Truth maybe stranger than fiction, but fiction is truer.

Vichy proves one thing: if you don't want to know how low your fellow citizens can fall, and crawl, don't lose a war.

People resent articulacy, as if articulacy were a form of vice.

At last, after innumerable glamorous and frightful years, mankind approaches a war which is totally predictable from beginning to end.

Biologists will teach us that the survival of the species depends on cooperation, not competition.

I don't have a strict diet where I have to eat 100g of this, 200g of that, but before, I had a problem with sweet things, so I cut them out completely.

When arguing with a fool, make sure the opponent isn't doing the exact same thing.

I don't feel like I've hit my stride. So I wonder what the moment will be when I get to be who I want to be.

We're at the point now where the challenge isn't how to communicate effectively with e-mail; it's ensuring that you spend your time on the e-mail that matters most.

You keep working hard and the wind will carry you where it needs to carry you, in the direction you need to be.

Always be mindful of the kindness and not the faults of others

In his heart, he knew that there was no reason to be impolite to someone, even if they did work for you. There was such a thing as manners after all.

But Barry, to me, is head and shoulders above everybody.

Flattery leads to vulgarity; the flatterer is despised.