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See John Haworth, Work, Leisure and Wellbeing, Routledge, London, 1997, pp. 24–5.

The driving force of any ideology stands revealed: it can't be coherent without being intolerant.

A LL THE ENTRIES in Freud's diary of his last decade are short. Very few are more than one line long.

When he was asked about the technical secret of his jump, he said:

It has to be remembered that the typical Polish writer was Bruno Schulz.

Mercifully, in evoking her girls' dormitory, she restricts herself to one scene.

Swearing by European norms of honour, it negotiated with democratically elected war criminals.

Whoever said "Wagner's music isn't as bad as it sounds" was as wrong as he was funny,

You go back to those films of the '40s and '50s and hear the dialogue, the way the people played off each other - the wordplay. I think we've really lost that in movies.

I think that Phil Kaufman is one of the best directors that I have come across.

Unfortunately, a lot of the concepts in the Bible are based on ancient mythology that doesn't fit the findings of science.

Benjamin Franklin had another suggestion for the vice president: "His Superfluous Excellency.

Lord Moran's The Anatomy of Courage, the

The word 'pure' has never revealed an intelligent meaning to me. I can only use the word to quench and optical thirst for purity in the transparencies that evoke it - in bubbles, in a volume of water, and in the imaginary latitudes entrenched, beyond reach, at the very center of a dense crystal.

Her nature is like a demonstrative cat's; she is delicate, acutely sensitive to cold, and incredibly caressing in her ways.

There is no doubt that, if ever my heart were to call my master Chance by another name, I should make an excellent Catholic.

And since, through lack of vocation or from habit, [Julie] was prone to confuse pity with boredom, she felt herself practically a prisoner...

Does she deliberately make herself ugly out of modesty or pride?" Brice wondered, watching his wife walk pigeon-toed, run into the corner of the table, and rub her thigh. "It's a kind of lie, too.

I put on a martyred expression - like this - as if I was bored to death with every luxury under the sun. I had the time of my life.

Almost inconceivable, like an elf, fairy, or indeed effective resistance to the modern state.

Don't you ever imagine?" "What's the imagination got to do with anything?" "It's better than your ever increasing accuracies. They're as phoney as silicon boobs. Like proper tits, inaccuracies are much more entertaining.

Do you suppose it all means something? That we're being left clues? Perhaps. Then, no offense, but I fear they've badly overestimated us.

Chom. Don't you have an urge to see justice done?" "It's not nearly as strong as my urge to reach forty with a complete set of limbs.

Don't tell me you've offended that one too." Daeng shook her head. "Have we offended that one?" Siri asked. "Don't recall," said Civilai. "Wait. Isn't he the one whose limousine we filled up with ducks?" "No. That was the Vice-Minister of Agriculture.