She was a lucky woman who had established a happy knack of writing what quite a lot of people wanted to read.

Talk and tea is his specialty," said Giles. "He has about five cups of tea a day. But he works splendidly when we are looking.

But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said.

Doctors can do almost anything nowadays, can't they, unless they kill you while they're trying to cure you.

I have wanted . . . to commit a murder myself. I recognized this as the desire of the artist to express himself! . . . But-incongruous as it may seem to some-I was restrained and hampered by my innate sense of justice. The innocent must not suffer.

But surely for everything you love you have to pay some price.

The happy people are failures because they are on such good terms with themselves they don't give a damn.