“Oscar Wilde quite rightly said, “All art is useless.” And that may sound as if that means it’s something not worth supporting. But if you actually think about it, the things that matter in life are useless. Love is useless. Wine is useless. Art is the love and wine of life. It is the extra without which life is not worth living.” — Stephen Fry in America
“This part is a Neapolitan ice cream, really. It has that feeling of being designed as a holiday paradise and all the dreary things that go with the word ‘paradise’, like palm trees and huge cut-out parrots that promise so much and deliver staggeringly little. And attractive people who are very fit and very beautiful and instantly therefore look quite staggeringly ugly as a result. It is one of the great jokes nature plays on the beautiful. I would rather be curled up in a snowy cabin, sipping a warm whiskey or frankly a mug of Horlicks than spend half an hour in this rotting place.” — Stephen Fry in America
“I return to the hotel and fall in with a couple of rich women who suggest I accompany them to a nightclub.
I am faced then with two options: a) a nightclub filled with the rich, beautiful and famous or b) an early night alone in bed with a book. Never has any decision been easier.
The book was gripping. I hope the girls had a nice time in their club.” — Stephen Fry In America