“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 have a profound and meaningful day now.”
“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 have a profound and meaningful day now.”
Edward St. Aubyn
“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 wars?”
Edward St. Aubyn“His conscience, like a sunburnt scorpion, was stinging itself to death.”
Edward St. Aubyn“People never remember happiness with the care that they lavish on preserving every detail of their suffering.”
Edward St. Aubyn“No pain is too small if it hurts, but any pain is too big if it's cherished.”
Edward St. Aubyn“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.”
Edward St. Aubyn, Mother's Milk“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 some nearby boulders, with little tubs of mountain grass, discussing the battle?”
Edward St. Aubyn, Lost for Words“If anything should take place behind closed doors, it was cruelty and betrayal.”
Edward St. Aubyn, Lost for Words“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 have a profound and meaningful day now.”
Edward St. Aubyn, Mother's Milk“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.”
Edward St. Aubyn, Lost for Words“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.”
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