I love writing. I never feel really comfortable unless I am either actually writing or have a story going. I could not stop writing.

I mean to say, I know perfectly well that I've got, roughly speaking, half the amount of brain a normal bloke ought to possess. And when a girl comes along who has about twice the regular allowance, she too often makes a bee line for me with the love light in her eyes. I don't know how to account for it, but it is so." "It may be Nature's provision for maintaining the balance of the species, sir.

It was one of those parties where you cough twice before you speak and then decide not to say it after all.

Hugo?’ ‘Millicent?’ ‘Is that you?’ ‘Yes. Is that you?’ ‘Yes.’ Anything in the nature of misunderstanding was cleared away. It was both of them.

If there is one thing I dislike, it is the man who tries to air his grievances when I wish to air mine.

No novelists any good except me. Sovietski -- yah! Nastikoff -- bah! I spit me of zem all. No novelists anywhere any good except me. P. G. Wodehouse and Tolstoi not bad. Not good, but not bad. No novelists any good except me.

...with each new book of mine I have always the feeling that this time I have picked a lemon in the garden of literature.