loinerhino’s most recent Quotables

I support the correctly used apostrophe with that kind of fierce emotional investment in an irrelevance that most people reserve for football.

Football is all very well as a game for rough girls, but is hardly suitable for delicate boys.

Old professors never die, they just lose their faculties.

How can one not be fond of something that the Daily Mail despises?

Hell, I am young. I am free. My teeth are clean. The sun shines. To hell with everything else.

The email of the species is deadlier than the mail.

Language is my whore, my mistress, my wife, my pen-friend, my check-out girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square or handy freshen-up wipette. Language is the breath of God, the dew on a fresh apple, it's the soft rain of dust that falls into a shaft of morning sun when you pull from an old bookshelf a forgotten volume of erotic memoirs...

I'm passionate about language, the transmission of ideas, and thinking about things.

The sort of twee person who thinks swearing is in any way a sign of a lack of education or of a lack of verbal interest is just f*cking lunatic.

If you are going through hell, keep going.

I am an optimist. It does not seem too much use being anything else.

From now on, ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put.

Dogs look up to you, cats look down on you. Give me a pig! He looks you in the eye and treats you as an equal.

Success is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm.

Mr Churchill, you are drunk.

Madam, you are ugly, but I shall be sober in the morning.

When I was younger I made it a rule never to take strong drink before lunch. It is now my rule never to do so before breakfast.

Lady Astor: Mr. Churchill, if you were my husband, I'd poison your tea!
Winston Churchill: Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough

Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.

We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.