Words, words. They’re all we have to go on.
Each move is dictated by the previous one – that is the meaning of order.
Give us this day our daily mask.
Happiness is equilibrium. Shift your weight. Equilibrium is pragmatic. You have to get everything into proportion. You compensate, rebalance yourself so that you maintain your angle to your world. When the world shifts, you shift.
People think there’s a choice between smoking and immortality, but we’ve all got to die of something.
Suicide is no more than a trick played on the calendar.
In England the rich own the poor and the men own the women.
Save the gerund and screw the whale.
War is capitalism with the gloves off and many who go to war know it but they go to war because they don’t want to be a hero.
There is no one so radical as a man-servant whose freedom of the champagne bin has been interfered with.
All mystical experience is coincidence; and vice versa, of course.
Get me inside any boardroom and I’ll get any decision I want.
I don’t act, I don’t direct, I don’t design.
I will take his secret to the grave, telling people I meet on the way.
Player: Relax. Respond. That’s what people do. You can’t go through life question your sitution at every turn.
I write out of my intellectual experience.
On Broadway, only the fire doors separate you from the sidewalk and you’re lucky if the sound of a police car doesn’t rip the envelope twice a night.
I think that the present is worth attention, one shouldn’t sacrifice it to future conceptions of, of this future or that future.
I take every possible side.
I feel overestimated.