She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.

Money pads the edges of things.

Don't be mysterious; there isn't the time.

Love is always being given where it is not required.

...the true spirit of gastronomic joylessness. Porridge fills the Englishman up, and prunes clear him out.

We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.

I have almost completed a long novel, but it is unpublishable until my death and England's.