In the end, everything is a gag.
In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
In married life three is company and two is none.
If you were going to be successful in the world of crime, you needed a reputation for honesty.
If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.
If there was anything that depressed him more than his own cynicism, it was that quite often it still wasn’t as cynical as real life.
If somebody says, “I love you,” to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? “I love you, too.”
If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster.
If complete and utter chaos were lightning, then he’d be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armor and shouting “All gods are bastards”.
I would rather… have a nod from an American, than a snuff-box from an emperor.
I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don’t know the answer.
I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.
