I regard writing not as an investigation of character but as an exercise in the use of language, and with this I am obsessed.
EVELYN WAUGHAnyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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I think it’s one of the kindest things you can do to the very wicked, to give them time to repent.
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O God, if there is a God, forgive him his sins, if there is such a thing as sin.
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I haven’t been to sleep for over a year. That’s why I go to bed early. One needs more rest if one doesn’t sleep.
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Mr. Wodehouse’s idyllic world can never stale. He will continue to release future generations from captivity that may be more irksome than our own. He has made a world for us to live in and delight in.
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I’m quite deaf now; such a comfort.
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Enclosing every thin man, there’s a fat man demanding elbow-room.
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For in that city -New York; there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.
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I read the newspapers with lively interest. It is seldom that they are absolutely, point-blank wrong. That is the popular belief, but those who are in the know can usually discern an embryo of truth, a little grit of fact, like the core of a pearl, round which have been deposited the delicate layers of ornament.
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We possess nothing certainly except the past.
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When we argue for our limitations, we get to keep them.
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Words should be an intense pleasure just as leather should be to a shoemaker.
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I can’t bare you when you’re not amusing.
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There is something incomparably thrilling in first opening a brand new book.
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Don’t hold your parents up to contempt. After all, you are their son, and it is just possible that you may take after them.
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Of the many smells of Athens two seem to me the most characteristic – that of garlic, bold and deadly like acetylene gas. and that of dust, soft and warm and caressing like tweed.
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