Noel Coward Quotes - Page 3

I'm over-educated in the things I shouldn't have known at all.

Marriage is the aftermath of love.

How about slipping out of those wet things and into a dry Martini?

I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me.

Las Vegas: It was not cafe society, it was Nescafe society

If you must have motivation, think of your paycheck on Friday.

Everybody worships me, it's nauseating.

There isn't a particle of you that I don't know, remember, and want.

Of course, the age-old tradition that a star must appear even if he or she is practically dying is an excellent one, but it can be carried too far. I one played a performance of The Knight of the Burning Pestle with a temperature of 103 and gave sixteen members of the company mumps, thereby closing the play and throwing everybody out of work. There may be a moral lurking somewhere in this, but I cannot for the life of me discover what it is.

I never cared who scored the goal, or which side won the silver cup. I never learned to bat or bowl; but I heard the curtain going up.

Sunburn is very becoming - but only when it is even - one must be careful not to look like a mixed grill.

Bed is the perfect climate.

In the first act, you get the audience's attention - once you have it, they will repay you in the second. Play through the laughs if you have to. It will only make the audience believe there are so many of them that they missed a few.

The Stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand, To prove the Upper Classes, Have still the Upper Hand.

My life really has been one long extravaganza.

Wouldn't it be dreadful to live in a country where they didn't have tea?

Squash - that's not exercise, it's flagellation.

At twelve noon, The natives swoon And no further work is doneBut mad dogs and Englishmen, Go out in the midday sun.

That strange feeling we had in the war. Have you found anything in your lives since to equal it in strength? A sort of splendid carelessness it was, holding us together.

I have always been very fond of them (drama critics) . . . I think it is so frightfully clever of them to go night after night to the theatre and know so little about it.

I also avoid green vegetables. They're grossly overrated.

Star quality: I don't know what it is, but I've got it.

It is not the eyes of others that I am wary of, but my own.

An infant prodigy of nine is shoved upon the stage in white. She starts off in a dismal whine about a dark and stormy night, a burglar, whose heart is true, despite his wicked-looking face, who puts the little child in doom, to save her mamma's jewel case. This may bring tears to every eye; it does not set my heart on fire. I'd like to stand serenely by and watch that horrid child expire.

Passion in a dromedary doesn't go so deep; a camel when it's mating never sobs itself to sleep.