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“Surely: the adverb of a man without an argument.”
― Edward St. Aubyn, Bad News

“At the beginning, there had been talk of using some of her money to start a home for alcoholics. In a sense they had succeeded.”
― Edward St. Aubyn, Never Mind

“How could he think his way out of the problem when the problem was the way he thought...”
― Edward St. Aubyn, Bad News

“The best way to contradict him is to let him talk”
― Edward St Aubyn

“It seems people spend the majority of their lives believing they're dying, with the only consolation being that at one point they get to be right. ”
― Edward St. Aubyn, Some Hope: A Trilogy

“No, he mustn't think about it, or indeed about anything, and especially not about heroin, because heroin was the one thing that really worked, the only thing that stopped him scampering around in a hamster's wheel of unanswerable questions. Heroin was the cavalry. Heroin was the missing chair leg, made with such precision that it matched every splinter of the break. Heroin landed purring at the base of his skull, and wrapped itself darkly around his nervous system, like a black cat curling up on its favourite cushion. It was as soft and rich as the throat of a wood pigeon, or the splash of sealing wax onto a page, or a handful of gems slipping from palm to palm.”
― Edward St. Aubyn, Bad News

“He was just one of those Englishmen who was always saying silly things to sound less pompous, and pompous things to sound less silly.”
― Edward St. Aubyn

“Rome wasn’t deconstructed in a day.”
― Edward St. Aubyn, Lost for Words

“Nobody can find me here, he thought. And then he thought, what if nobody can find me here?”
― Edward St. Aubyn

“This time he was going to fall apart silently.”
― Edward St. Aubyn, The Patrick Melrose Novels

“The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.”
― Edward St. Aubyn, The Patrick Melrose Novels

“I was thinking that a life is just the history of what we give our attention to,â€� said Patrick. ‘The rest is packaging.”
― Edward St. Aubyn, The Patrick Melrose Novels

“She was ghastly and quite mad, but when I grew up I figured her worst punishment was to be herself and I didn't have to do anything more.”
― Edward St Aubyn, Some Hope

“Could one have a time-release epiphany, an epiphany without realizing it had happened? Or were they always trumpeted by angels and preceded by temporary blindness, Patrick wondered, as he walked down the corridor in the wrong direction.”
― Edward St. Aubyn, The Patrick Melrose Novels

“With her curling blond hair and her slender limbs and her beautiful clothes, Inez was alluring in an obvious way, and yet it was easy enough to see that her slightly protruding blue eyes were blank screens of self-love on which a small selection of fake emotions was allowed to flicker.”
― Edward St. Aubyn, At Last

“It was never quite clear to Eleanor why the English thought it was so distinguished to have done nothing for a long time in the same place,”
― Edward St. Aubyn, The Patrick Melrose Novels

“Nobody ever died of a feeling, he would say to himself, not believing a word of it, as he sweated his way through the feeling that he was dying of fear. People died of feelings all the time, once they had gone through the formality of materializing them into bullets and bottles and tumours.”
― Edward St. Aubyn, Mother's Milk

“It’s the hardest addiction of all,â€� said Patrick. ‘Forget heroin. Just try giving up irony, that deep-down need to mean two things at once, to be in two places at once, not to be there for the catastrophe of a fixed meaning.”
― Edward St. Aubyn, At Last

“Go to heaven for the climate and hell for the company.”
― Benjamin Franklin Wade

“I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”
― Fitzgerald F. Scott, The Great Gatsby

“I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.”
― Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost

“A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.”
― Elbert Hubbard

“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
― Oscar Wilde

“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

“I am writing this book because we're all going to die - In the loneliness of my own life, my father dead, my brother dead, my mother faraway, my sister and my wife far away, nothing here but my own tragic hands that once were guarded by a world, a sweet attention, that now are left to guide and disappear their own way into the common dark of all our deaths, sleeping in me raw bed, alone and stupid: with just this one pride and consolation: my broke heart in the general despair and opened up inwards to the Lord, I made a supplication in this dream”
― Jack Kerouac, Visions of Cody

“So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?”
― Jack Kerouac

“Certain things, they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“I have scars on my hands from touching certain people…Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me.”
― J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters & Seymour: An Introduction