T. S. Eliot Quotes

The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat: If you offer him pheasant he would rather have grouse. If you put him in a house he would much prefer a flat, If you put him in a flat then he'd rather have a house. If you set him on a mouse then he only wants a rat, If you set him on a rat then he'd rather chase a mouse. Yes the Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat - And there isn't any call for me to shout it: For he will do As he do do And there's no doing anything about it!

I find it really hard to stick to one thing because I'm so fickle and I like to change my mind a lot.

I always used to say when I was on television that I prefer to be on stage and when on stage I prefer to do television. Typical human condition.

My problem with interviews, one day I'll think one thing, and the next day I'll think the exact opposite.

My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.

I guess I'm a Gemini through and through, but I'm mercurial. I get bored doing the same things.

I have a character failing. I am quite incapable of identifying with anything whole-heartedly. Whatever I am doing, I am always planning to do something else. I would rather travel than arrive.

I feel like I've always wanted to live in one place and stay in one place, but I always end up choosing things that make me travel.

I'm flying all around the world, and it's hard to be settled.

One day I would want to be an Egyptologist, the next day an ornithologist. I was an exhausting child.

You never know with me. I change my mind like I change my job. And I do that very often.

He looks like the sort of man who can't afford to leave, and doesn't want to stay, and so he is doing both at once.

[I]n principle and in practice, in a right track and in a wrong one, the rarest of all human qualities is consistency.

I pursue no objectives, no systems, no tendency; I have no program, no style, no direction. I have no time for specialized concerns, working themes, or variations that lead to mastery. I steer clear of definitions. I don’t know what I want. I am inconsistent, non-committal, passive; I like the indefinite, the boundless; I like continual uncertainty.

Never say never. I myself say no to things, and then I wear them. So, I'm now kind of sticking to the rule that there are no rules. Everything eventually comes back.

We are uncomfortable because everything in our life keeps changing -- our inner moods, our bodies, our work, the people we love, the world we live in. We can't hold on to anything -- a beautiful sunset, a sweet taste, an intimate moment with a lover, our very existence as the body/mind we call self -- because all things come and go. Lacking any permanent satisfaction, we continuously need another injection of fuel, stimulation, reassurance from loved ones, medicine, exercise, and meditation. We are continually driven to become something more, to experience something else.

Instability of temper ought to be checked when it disposes men to wander from one scheme to another: since such a fickleness cannot but be attended with fatal consequences.

But settled things were enemies to me and soon lost their newness and color. The unknown called.

Inconsistency is my very essence; it is the game I never cease to play as I turn my wheel in its ever changing circle, filled with joy as I bring the top to the bottom and the bottom to the top

Food from the platter / Water from the rain / The subject and the matter / I'm going home again / Can't sell a leaf to a tree / Nor the wind to the atmosphere / I know where I am meant to be / And I can't be satisfied here

But when you dwell in a house you mislike, you will look out of a window a deal more than those that are content with their dwelling.

I've never really been settled. I don't think I've ever known what it was like to be a person that was used to sitting still. I think it's given me the ability to detach from any situation.

One can't have it both ways and both ways is the only way I want it.

The reason why truth is so much stranger than fiction is that there is no requirement for it to be consistent.

FICKLENESS, n. The iterated satiety of an enterprising affection.