…you guessed that somewhere, in heaven knew what country and what guise, there was someone who was part of your body and your brain, and that without him you were lost, a straw blown by the wind.

If there’s one thing that makes a man sick, it’s to have his ale poured out of an ugly hand.

there's something about Paris that gives you a mental slap all the time, and you can't just sit still and do nothing. You've got to work, to keep up with the pace, the sting in the atmosphere.

But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

A familiar name on its own, however, does not carry its bearer far unless the talent is there, and the will to work.

Boredom is a pleasing antidote for fear

The peace of Manderley. The quietude and the grace. Whoever lived within its walls, whatever trouble there was and strife, however much uneasiness and pain, no matter what tears were shed, what sorrows borne, the peace of Manderley could not be broken or the loveliness destroyed.