But in the dying world I come from quotation is a national vice. No one would think of making an after-dinner speech without the help of poetry. It used to be the classics, now it’s lyric verse.

Soon someone would say the fatal words, "Well, I think it’s time for me to go to bed.

I haven't been to sleep for over a year. That's why I go to bed early. One needs more rest if one doesn't sleep.

Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'-William Boot

No one could really hate a saint, could they? They can't really hate God either. When they want to Hate Him and His saints they have to find something like themselves and pretends it's God and hate that.

The anguished suspense of watching the lips you hunger for, framing the words, the death sentence, of sheer triteness!

Have you at any time been detained in a mental home or similar institution? If so, give particulars.' 'I was at Scone College, Oxford, for two years,' said Paul.