Victoria Clayton Quotes & Sayings

It's hard to say why with some people you could talk all day and all night, while with others it's a struggle to find enough to say during a single course at dinner. — Victoria Clayton

You may as well attempt to colonise the moon with white mice as publish a volume of poetry'. — Victoria Clayton

How sick I am of thinking about money all the time. It's like and hideous disease destroying energy...contentment...joy...
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It's depressing how money is always at the beginning and end of things. — Victoria Clayton

Though he had not done much, perhaps, to improve the lot of man, he had never added to the world's misery. He had never been unkind or discourteous or greedy or dishonest. — Victoria Clayton

My mother had not acted for ten years. Not since a reviewer wrote that her portrayal of Lady Macbeth put him in mind of an exasperated society hostess burdened with unmannerly guests who had lost the new tennis balls, left the bathrooms in a mess, and finished the gin. — Victoria Clayton

At parties I tend to get analytical, observing people rather than joining in'. — Victoria Clayton

The man who tells you nothing frightens him is whistling in the dark. Besides, fear is not necessarily bad. It may guard you from harm. And I suspect that fear of being caught, punished and disgraced keeps many more of us from committing crimes than does the voice of conscience'. — Victoria Clayton

But with Freddy I seemed to have the best sort of conversations, where our talk became exploratory and would lead on to new ideas, like thinking aloud, and in the process of clarifying improvisatory theories I always made useful discoveries about what I thought and felt. — Victoria Clayton

It is frightening to feel that all your happiness is bound up to another person. That without them you don't - you don't particularly want to live'. — Victoria Clayton

Such meticulousness was touching, as though Maggie poured into the house all the tenderness that was rebuffed by those she lived with. — Victoria Clayton

Cordelia glared at me. 'I expect if someone strapped you to table an swung an axe over your naked quivering flesh like The Pit and the Pendulum, you'd be correcting his grammar'. — Victoria Clayton

An unhappy ending makes it literature rather than romantic fiction. — Victoria Clayton

Mark Anthony had established ascendance the day before by springing claws like flick knives and hissing like a maddened cobra. Dirk had rolled on his back and ratified the peace treaty before the ink was dry, like a dog of sense. — Victoria Clayton

Life is a merciless bully for children born into circumstances of grinding poverty, to unhappy families broken apart by crime, drugs, alcohol. It brutalises the affections, cramps the intellect, destroys aspiration. — Victoria Clayton

I found bossing other people about such a delightful novelty that I had to remind myself of Lord Acton's famous axiom about its tendency to corrupt. — Victoria Clayton

The search for identity in one's youth is a journey of alternate boredom and agony interrupted by flash of joy. — Victoria Clayton

His office led into a larger one in which two women of indeterminate age were attacking typewriters as though they were engaged in a race and the loser was to be executed the next morning. — Victoria Clayton

What a pity, I reflected, that honesty in human relations is so rarely possible. We are compelled to approach, circle and retreat as though performing the steps of a complicated dance, neither trusting the appearance of truth not daring to speak it. — Victoria Clayton

This is the worst day of my life'. I groaned and put my head in my hands.
'You can't possibly know that. You might have something really awful going to happen to you later on. All your children burned to death or your nose cut off in a revolving door'. — Victoria Clayton

There is nothing sexual about my interest in other women's breasts. But it's difficult not be curious when you have next to none of your own. — Victoria Clayton

It does not matter how sternly you tell yourself that the crippling paranoia of the small hours of the night is due solely to body chemistry. You still feel absolutely miserable. — Victoria Clayton

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