• After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can't trust a person

    Evelyn Waugh
  • If it could only be like this always – always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper

    Evelyn Waugh
  • For in that city [New York] there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy

    Evelyn Waugh
  • 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

    Evelyn Waugh
  • any one who has been to an English public school will always feel comparatively at home in prison. It is the people brought up in the gay intimacy of the slums, Paul learned, who find prison so soul destroying

    Evelyn Waugh
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