May God blast anyone who writes a biography of me.

Facts were never pleasing to him. He acquired them with reluctance and got rid of them with relief. He was never on terms with them until he had stood them on their heads.

I think one remains the same person throughout, merely passing, as it were, i these lapses of time from one room to another, but all in the same house.

She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.

Never is an awfully long time.

astonishing splashes of colour

If I were younger, I'd know more.