Quotations

All geniuses need good foundations – they carry such heavy burdens
(An Odd Revelation)

Genius is not all its cracked up to be
(The Credit Line)

How can any sane man relax without sex?
(Cloud Twenty-Two)

Notoriety is just a matter of opinion
(Nadar’s Exposure)

I need sexual stimulation to survive; otherwise my equilibrium will be out
of tilt and I’ll end up ratty and a pain in the neck to all about me
(Cloud Twenty-Two)

Having Sex in your dreams is no substitute for The Real Thing
(Cloud Twenty-Two)

It seems temptation had more to offer than redemption
(Reflections)

You could say it was Purgatory’s Red Light District
(Reflections)

He was getting a bit to serious about his genius nonsense. Instead of it
being a blessed gift it was becoming a burden to him
(A Berth With a View)

I need sex as I need oxygen
(Cloud Twenty-Two)

Some people are beyond redemption and Oscar’s one of them
(Isadora’s Dilemma)

Some called it oddity – he called it style
(Nadar’s Exposure)

Loneliness is the curse of the Human Condition
(Who’ll do the Dirty Deed?)

Surely it's best to be told by a friend that one's nuts than by a stranger
(Who’ll do the Dirty Deed?)

My sexuality seems to be of more importance to others than it ever was to
me
(Let’s face Facts, Oscar)

You can’t have happiness without a splash of sadness. That’s Life – that’s
Living
(Sacre Coeur Blues)

It’s always so difficult judging morals, especially those of others
(A Genetic Hiccup)

Even in you were in a minority of one, would not necessary make you
wrong
(A Genetic Hiccup)

What’s decadence to one person is decency to another. That’s what makes
the world tick
(Loving Honesty)

I’ve always been a bit of a cynic when it comes to believing in things one
can only experience, when one is dead
(Cloud – Twenty-Two)

I’d suffer severe headaches, if I stayed with the same woman for too long
(Refelections)

I could have throttled him, but it wouldn’t have looked right throttling the
man who saved your life, even if he was screwing the woman of your
dreams
(Refelections)

It’s nothing to do with beauty. It’s all a matter of taste
(Eugene Confusion)

I don’t need a new image. It would be impossible to improve on perfection
(Eugene Confusion)

It may be an interestin’ place to visit for the living, but a bore for the dead
(I Thought You Were An Artist)

Living with someone doesn’t necessarily mean you are close to them. Just
ask any married couple
(Chopin out of Tune with George Sand)

We lost each other over being to proud to apologize
(Chopin out of Tune with George Sand)

We’re all guilty of some sin or other
(The Sadness of the Little Sparrow)

Spirits don’t get ill, only perplexed
(Who’ll Do the Dirty Deed?)

Too much of a good thing is detrimental to the soul
(Seurat’s Point)

I don’t need anyone messing about with my head, it’s perfect as it is, thank
you. No one knows the workings of my mind better than my good self
(Rainbow Hill)

Often, those with High Standards never see the reality of the life about
them
(The Divine Psychiatrist)

Those who perceive to have High Standards often can’t recognise their own
sins for the rose tinted glasses they are looking at others through
(The Divine Psychiatrist)

Did you know, professor, in Ireland everthing is a sin?
(The Divine Psychiatrist)

Absolution in Ireland is like a tonic – beats alcohol by a long shot
(The Divine Psychiatrist)

He was a shiver looking for a spine to climb. Unfortunately, he found mine
and crippled me
(Stirring the Memory)

Those who put on airs of respectability and decency, like those who
surrounded you and I are often the very purveyors of the decadence,
corruption and moral decline that they accuse others of
(Sacre Coeur Blues)

Get monsieur Wilde a tonic. He’s not feeling himself
(Tranquillity and Dreams)

They say there’s nothing better than talking to oneself. Nothing beats
Pretence
(Let's face Facts, Oscar.)

I can’t resist a temptation of a handsome man
(The Lover’s Tale)

Before we know it, we’re in love and the battle for supremacy raises its
ugly head, then, after that’s settled, we marry, then the surreal fun begins
(The Divine Psychiatrist)

Earth is the preserve of nightmares
(Tranquillity and Dreams)

You’re confusing genius with indulgence, which is a common mistake
(The Question of Oscar)

Having ones mind massaged by pure hands certainly concentrates the mind
(Loving Honesty)

Don’t be silly, Eugene. There’s no soul more reliable that Henri Torres
after all he is a lawyer
(Alternative Strategy)

I wasted my Life on an Ideal
(The Danger of Ignoring Plain Jane)

Anyway, frauds don’t get into Paradise. If they did there would be standing room only
(The Wilde Party)

I suppose it’s natural for a fellow to dress as some cheap biblical tart who
collects heads on silver platters for a hobby – no. I suppose there’s nothing
wrong or odd about that at all
(Delacroix’s Confusion)