Quotes by : Edward St. Aubyn

His conscience, like a sunburnt scorpion, was stinging itself to death.

An image flashed across her mind of two rams flinging their heads against each other on a rocky mountainside.....

An editor sleeping with his writer was not as bad as a psychoanalyst sleeping with his patient, or even....

The measure of a work of art is how much art it has in it, not how much ‘relevance’. Relevant to....

Were the ironies of taxation any better: raising money for schools and hospitals and roads and bridges,....

People never remember happiness with the care that they lavish on preserving every detail of their suffering.....

Old enough to remember the arrival of 'Have a nice day', Patrick could only look with alarm on the hyperinflation....

There seemed to be no one in a position of power, from the Vatican to Wall Street, from Parliament to....

No pain is too small if it hurts, but any pain is too big if it's cherished.

Everything was usual. That was depression: being stuck, clinging to an out-of-date version of oneself.....