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1 " Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck. "
― George Sanders
2 " Good-bye. I am leaving because I am bored. "
3 " How, then, to proceed? My method is: I imagine a meter mounted in my forehead, with ‘P’ on this side (‘Positive’) and ‘N’ on this side (‘Negative’). I try to read what I’ve written uninflectedly, the way a first-time reader might (‘without hope and without despair’). Where’s the needle? Accept the result without whining. Then edit, so as to move the needle into the ‘P’ zone. Enact a repetitive, obsessive, iterative application of preference: watch the needle, adjust the prose, watch the needle, adjust the prose (rinse, lather, repeat), through (sometimes) hundreds of drafts. Like a cruiseship slowly turning, the story will start to alter course via those thousands of incremental adjustments. "
4 " It is one of the sad ironies of life that one has to make money in order to spend time but waste time in order to make money. In "
― George Sanders , Memoirs of a Professional Cad
5 " I am ineluctably drawn to the gloomy conclusion that the genius of the American people will drive them into ever tightening bonds of enslavement to technological progress. Out of this the machine will emerge triumphant, man will concern himself exclusively with its maintenance, and we shall all sing, “Oh say, does that star-spangled banner still wave O’er the land of TV and the home of the slave. "
6 " The fact is that women should be worn like a boutonniere, to add to one’s look of distinction and contribute to one’s air of charm and mood of gaiety. Delightful to pick and easy to replace, put on with pleasure, removed without pain, and remembered with the appreciative nostalgia normally reserved for those nice garlands they put round your neck in the South Seas, whose name for the moment escapes me. I air these views gratuitously as I do not myself greatly care for boutonnieres or for that matter, women. If I were asked to express an opinion on the most aggravating feminine attributes – and God knows there would be a broad horizon of choice on such a subject – I would say that the two which have caused me the greatest exasperation and anguish are, one, that they are irresistible, and two, that they are irreplaceable. "
