Top 7 Keith Waterhouse Quotes

Life is a campus: in a Greenwich Village bookstore, looking for a New Yorker collection, I asked of an earnest-looking assistant where I might find the humour section. Peering over her granny glasses, she enquired, "Humour studies would that be, sir?"

Should not the Society of Indexers be known as Indexers, Society of, The?

The 50s face was angry, the 60s face was well-fed, the 70s face was foxy. Perhaps it was the right expression: there was a lot to be wary about.

Now, […] the world is beginning to look like what it is—overcrowded, dirty, noisy, smelly, and rapidly running out of resources. We're nearing the end of the rainbow, with not a crock of gold in sight.

[There's] too many people making too much muck and too much noise with too little space to do it in.

I turn over a new leaf every day," I said. "But the blots show through.

Lying in bed, I abandoned the facts again and was back in Ambrosia.