Døden kommer som en gasregning, du ikke kan betale.
Døden kommer som en gasregning, du ikke kan betale.
Han sagde, det var kunstigt åndedræt, og nu har jeg opdaget, jeg skal have et barn.
Le, og verden ler med dig, snork, og du sover alene.
Vi mangler allesammen penge, men der er forskellige grader af desperation.
A novelist should not be too intelligent either, although. . . he may be permitted to be an intellectual.
Americans will listen, but they do not care to read. War and Peace must wait for the leisure of retirement, which never really comes: meanwhile it helps to furnish the living room.
Art is dangerous. It is one of the attractions: when it ceases to be dangerous you don't want it.
Bath twice a day to be really clean, once a day to be passably clean, once a week to avoid being a public menace.
Blockbusting fiction is bought as furniture. Unread, it maintains its value. Read, it looks like money wasted.
Americans know that books contain a person, and they want the person, not the book.
Death comes along like a gas bill one can't pay.
Laugh and the world laughs with you; snore and you sleep alone.
Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.
Novelists are perhaps the last people in the world to be entrusted with opinions. The nature of a novel is that it has no opinions, only the dialectic of contrary views, some of which, all of which, may be untenable and even silly.
The possession of a book becomes a substitute for reading it.
The trouble began with Forster. After him it was considered ungentlemanly to write more than five or six novels.
The unconscious mind has a habit of asserting itself in the afternoon.