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“His conscience, like a sunburnt scorpion, was stinging itself to death.”
“No pain is too small if it hurts, but any pain is too big if it's cherished.”
“If anything should take place behind closed doors, it was cruelty and betrayal.”
“Everything was usual. That was depression: being stuck, clinging to an out-of-date version of oneself.”
“People never remember happiness with the care that they lavish on preserving every detail of their suffering.”
“There seemed to be no one in a position of power, from the Vatican to Wall Street, from Parliament to Scotland Yard to Fleet Street, who could think of anything better to do than abuse it....”
“The measure of a work of art is how much art it has in it, not how much relevance. Relevant to whom? Relevant to what? Nothing is more ephemeral than a hot topic.”
“An editor sleeping with his writer was not as bad as a psychoanalyst sleeping with his patient, or even a professor sleeping with an undergraduate, let alone a president with an intern.”
“Old enough to remember the arrival of 'Have a nice day', Patrick could only look with alarm on the hyperinflation of 'Have a great one'. Where would this Weimar of bullying cheerfulness end? 'You h...”
“An image flashed across her mind of two rams flinging their heads against each other on a rocky mountainside. What did the girl rams do? Faint with pleasure? Clap their cloven hooves? Lean against ...”
“Was he, after all, really a bad man doing a brilliant impersonation of an idiot? It was hard to tell. The connections between stupidity and malice were so tangled and so dense.”
“Were the ironies of taxation any better: raising money for schools and hospitals and roads and bridges, and spending it on blowing up schools and hospitals and roads and bridges in self-defeating w...”
“The measure of a work of art is how much art it has in it, not how much ‘relevance’. Relevant to whom? Relevant to what? Nothing is more ephemeral than a hot topic.”
