What a grand, higgledy-piggledy, sensible old place Norwich is!

I can't help feeling wary when I hear anything said about the masses. First you take their faces from 'em by calling 'em the masses and then you accuse 'em of not having any faces.

A novelist who writes nothing for 10 years finds his reputation rising. Because I keep on producing books they say there must be something wrong with this fellow.

To show a child what once delighted you, to find the child's delight added to your own - this is happiness.

Depending upon shock tactics is easy, whereas writing a good play is difficult. Pubic hair is no substitute for wit.

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.

Those no-sooner-have-I-touched-the-pillow people are past my comprehension. There is something bovine about them.