239 Quotes by Cyril Connolly

As bees their sting, so the promiscuous leave behind them in each encounter something of themselves by which they are made to suffer.

The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.

There is no hate without fear. Hate is crystallized fear, fear's dividend, fear objectivized. We hate what we fear and so where hate is, fear is lurking.

Imprisoned in every fat man a thin one is wildly signalling to be let out.

If Paris is the setting for a romance, New York is the perfect city in which to get over one, to get over anything. Here the lost douceur de vivre is forgotten and the intoxication of living takes over.