I don't give a damn what other people think. It's entirely their own business. I'm not writing for other people.
I can't really articulate what I feel.
I hate brandy...it stinks of modern literature.
Nothing is more sterile or lamentable than the man content to live within himself.
I was brought up in the War. I was an adolescent in the Second World War. And I did witness in London a great deal of the Blitz.
Isn't it true that every aristocrat wants to die?