Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship.
I'm not a writer with a drinking problem, I'm a drinker with a writing problem.
Said after she had been seriously ill: The doctors were very brave about it.
[Completely bored by a country weekend, wiring to a friend:] For heaven's sake, rush me a loaf of bread, enclosing saw and file.
[When asked what was the inspiration for most of her work:] Need of money, dear.
It turns out that, at social gatherings, as a source of entertainment, conviviality, and good fun, I rank somewhere between a sprig of parsley and a single ice-skate.