The so called white races are really pinko-grey.

Like all her friends, I miss her greatly...But...I am sure there is no case for lamentation...Virginia Woolf got through an immense amount of work, she gave acute pleasure in new ways, she pushed the light of the English language a little further against darkness. Those are facts.

There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it.

To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it.

One marvels why the middle classes still insist on so much discomfort for their children at such expense to themselves.

This element of surprise or mystery — the detective element as it is sometimes rather emptily called — is of great importance in a plot. It occurs through a suspension of the time-sequence; a mystery is a pocket in time, and it occurs crudely, as in "Why did the queen die?" and more subtly in half-explained gestures and words, the true meaning of which only dawns pages ahead. Mystery is essential to a plot, and cannot be appreciated without intelligence.

It is my fate and perhaps my temperament to sign agreements with fools.