For in that city -New York; there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.
EVELYN WAUGHIf you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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Instead of this absurd division into sexes they ought to class people as static and dynamic.
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Anyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.
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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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He had no strength for any other war than his own solitary struggle to keep alive.
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I can’t bare you when you’re not amusing.
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I don’t believe that people would ever fall in love or want to be married if they hadn’t been told about it. It’s like abroad: no one would want to go there if they hadn’t been told it existed.
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Conversation should be like juggling; up go the balls and plates, up and over, in and out, good solid objects that glitter in the footlights and fall with a bang if you miss them.
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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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Money is only useful when you get rid of it. It is like the odd card in ‘Old Maid’; the player who is finally left with it has lost.
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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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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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I think there’s almost nothing I can’t excuse except perhaps worshiping graven images. That seems to be idiotic.
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If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
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O God, make me good, but not yet.
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Port is not for the very young, the vain and the active. It is the comfort of age and the companion of the scholar and the philosopher.
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