It's better to be prepared than to get ready.
England, where nobody ever says what they mean: and by denying feeling, kill it off stone-cold at the roots.
[On journalists:]. . . however lyingly libellous they may be: nobody can seriously hurt the reputation of a Great person. If he is hurt: he is not Great. They can but scratch at his skin with their mice nails.
Between threading a needle and raving insanity is the smallest eye in creation.
There is a brotherliness about a drinking person, which is coldly lacking in the straight and narrow enemies of drink; the difference between the two is more marked than nationality or belief: it is an opposite species altogether. It is against the unwritten laws of congeniality for them to mix. For me, a man who does not drink is distinctly indecent.
anybody who drinks seriously is poor: so poor, poor, extra poor, me.
But there is that about well-intentioned advice that has the opposite effect of the one intended, and causes a Spanish fly of perversity to enter into the hitherto passive soul.
Only the rich can get justice, only the poor cannot escape it.
Every couple goes through things.
I wanted a child, and there was no way I could get pregnant under the stress of 18-hour work days and live TV. When you're somebody who's used to making a decision about what they want to do and getting it and achieving it, when your body fails you, it's a whole other experience.
Trying to convince myself I've found one. Making the mistake I never learned from.