She also keeps talking about the Billie Holiday record she bought for me. And she says she wants to expose me to all these great things. And to tell you the truth, I don't really want to be exposed to all these great things if it means that I'll have to listen to Mary Elizabeth talk about all the great things she exposed me to all the time. It almost feels like of the three things involved: Mary Elizabeth, me, and the great things, only the first one matters to Mary Elizabeth. I don't understand that. I would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they would always know that I gave it to them.

— Stephen Chbosky

The public has a taste for supping with the great.

— Ulick O'Connor

Snobs talk as if they had begotten their ancestors.

— Herbert Agar

When people lack true culture or are devoid of innovative ideas, they speak about wine, various brands of alcoholic beverages, or the quality of soap.

— Dimitris Mita

Every category has its snobs: music, books, movies. There are so many things a man is only pressured into liking or disliking.

— Criss Jami

The ideal of a well-stocked mind aiming at excellence in all walks of life has been replaced by the dream of a well-stocked wine cellar, the cellar now being a specially made wine cooler strategically placed in one’s house, to be viewed by even the most unobservant visitor.

— Dimitris Mita

Laughter would be bereaved if snobbery died.

— Peter Ustinov

I had never thought much of genealogy. A lot of wasted time collecting the names of the dead. Then stringing those names, like skulls upon a wire, into an entirely private and thus irrelevant narrative, lacking any historical significance. The narcissistic pastime of nostalgic bores.

— Joshua Ferris

Contrary to general belief, an artist is never ahead of his [sic!] time but most people are far behind theirs.

— Edgard Varèse

Lila walked by with her nose in the air. In a straight line behind her, six obedient kindergartners waddled like baby geese, singing in unison, 'Row, row, row your yacht...

— Francine Pascal