Your not reliable. You wouldn't be at all a comfortable sort of person to live with.

I can't imagine why everybody is always so keen for authors to talk about writing. I should have thought it was an author's business to write, not talk.

There hung about her the restrained energy of a whiplash.

All I needed was a steady table and a typewriter...a marble-topped bedroom washstand table made a good place; the dining-room table between meals was also suitable.

It is my experience that no one, in the course of conversation, can fail to give themselves away sooner or later. Everyone has an irresistible urge to talk about themselves.

I've always noticed that if you speak the truth in a rather silly way nobody believes you.

Tea! Bless ordinary everyday afternoon tea!