There were people whose only interest in life was writing letters. To the newspapers, to authors, to strangers, to City Councils, to the police. It did not much matter to whom; the satisfaction of writing seemed to be all.

The trouble with you, dear, is that you think an angel of the Lord as a creature with wings, whereas he is probably a scruffy little man with a bowler hat.

There were people whose only interest in life was writing letters. To the newspapers, to authors, to strangers, to City Councils, to the police. It did not much matter to whom; the satisfaction of writing seemed to be all.

It was pleasant to talk shop again; to use that elliptical, allusive speech that one uses only with another of one's trade.

Truth is often terribly thin, don't you think?

Lack of education is an extraordinary handicap when one is being offensive.

One would expect boredom to be a great yawning emotion, but it isn't, of course. It's a small niggling thing.