I don't like to go to parties.
I don't even like parties.
The Congress is a power-oriented party.
We did 112 shows and had 112 parties.
I don't get out to parties often.
I've never been into parties, premieres or night-clubbing.
I've always been resistant to parties and schmoozing.
You can't party all the time - especially in January!
Wrap parties can be really sad, actually, disorienting.
I'm not a crazy, party-going sort of person.
Did you follow me from the party?" "Yes" "I didn't even know you were there." His dark clothes indicated he must have been on guardian duty at the party. "So you saw the illustrious Janine cause a commotion by dragging me out." "It wasn't a commotion...
…Oh dear, I sometimes think…whatever would I do if anything happened…But thinking's no good, is it, madam? Thinking won't help. When I find myself doing that, I say to myself, "come along, Ellen! Stop it this moment, my girl! Stop that silly th...
Kos had different tastes. He was on the lookout for that Midwestern housewife attending a conference with her husband. There was usually at least one in the hotel bar. She was always seated in a corner drinking a cocktail and pretending to read a nov...
Nearly all children nowadays were horrible. What was worst of all was that by means of such organizations as the Spies they were systematically turned into ungovernable little savages, and yet this produced in them no tendency whatever to rebel again...
If the Party could thrust its hand into the past and say of this or that event, —that, surely, was more terrifying than mere torture and death?...But where did that knowledge exist? Only in his consciousness, which in any case must soon be annihila...
C'est parce que je cherche le Graal que je suis roi. Et du coup que vous êtes reine. Si je cherchais pas le Graal, vous seriez encore en Carmélide en train de torcher le cul des vaches dans une des fermes de votre con de père !
La prochaine fois que vous faites venir un barde, je lui ouvre le bide de là à là, j'lui sors les boyaux et je file sa langue à bouffer aux chiens. C'est clair, ça ? (Arthur à Guenièvre)
He hadn’t come to see her. He’d arrived by mistake and wanted to get far away without further ado. Once upon a time, they’d shared a rare, special love. She remembered it and regretted losing it, even if he didn’t.
Cyrilly expected Sylvia – as an intelligent and ambitious young woman – to walk around pale-mouthed and flat-shoed. She saw intellectual inclinations and a taste for fashion as mutually exclusive and assumed that Sylvia would not mind missing fas...
All year long Sylvia had been trying to overthrow her guileless, college girl image. She knew "cottons with big full skirts and university personalities" would have looked hopelessly naive in New York. Sylvia wanted to be hard and urban.
Out of the blue Sylvia said, ‘People are like boxes. You would like to open them up and see what’s inside, but you can’t.’ Sylvia was interested in people and recognizing how individuals create their own kind of camouflage- the ‘lids on the...
