News is what a chap who doesn’t care much about anything wants to read.
EVELYN WAUGHCharm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, my dear Charles, it has killed you.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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Almost all crime is due to the repressed desire for aesthetic expression.
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I regard writing not as an investigation of character but as an exercise in the use of language, and with this I am obsessed.
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Words have basic inalienable meanings, departure from which is either conscious metaphor or inexcusable vulgarity.
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I should like to bury something precious in every place where I’ve been happy and then, when I’m old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.
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I prefer all but the very worst travel books, to all but the very best novels.
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The only thing that it is advisable to know in any language is the numerals; and even there, you can do a lot with the fingers.
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An artist must be a reactionary. He has to stand out against the tenor of the age and not go flopping along.
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After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can’t trust a person.
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I’m quite deaf now; such a comfort.
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It is no longer possible to accept the benefits of civilization and at the same time deny the supernatural basis upon which it is based.
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Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?
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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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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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All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I’d sooner go to my dentist any day.
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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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