The real trouble with liars […] was that there could never be any guarantee against their occasionally telling the truth. - Kingsley Amis

Nothing divided people more deeply than how they felt about cats.

I was a shit when I met you. I still am in lots of ways. But because of you I've had to give up trying to be a dedicated, full-time shit. I couldn't make it, hadn't the strength of character. Which is a pity in a way, because when you fall back into the ranks of the failed shits or amateur shits or incidental shits you start taking on responsibility for other people.

'Do you think that's altogether fair to him, to Jimmie, that is? I realize you've known him longer than I have.'
'Maybe, maybe not. You know, darling, I think you're sometimes a bit carried away by fairness.'