Never shake hands with colleagues in court; the customers think you're making deals.

To escape jury duty in England, wear a bowler hat and carry a copy of the Daily telegraph.

What obsesses a writer starting out on a lifetime's work is the panic-stricken search for a voice of his own.

The people look forbidding, solemn, marked by that impossible ideal, Communism, which, like Christianity, seemed to demand too much of humanity and, falling into the wrong hands, led too easily to horrible brutality.

It is desperately important to remember when enough is enough, when you've finished the scene.

The officers of the branch of the Force (the Obscene Publications Squad) have a discouraging club tie, on which a book is depicted being cut in half by a larger pair of scissors.

We may not be the creme de la creme, but we are the creme de la scum.