I require only three things of a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.

This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.

Don't look at me in that tone of voice.

Out in Hollywood, where the streets are paved with Goldwyn.

... if this world were anything near what it should be there would be no more need of a Book Week than there would be a of a Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children.

I like to think of my shining tombstone. It gives me, as you might say, something to live for.

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.