He enjoys that perfect peace, that peace beyond all understanding, which comes to its maximum only to the man who has given up golf.

Mr Howard Saxby, literary agent, was knitting a sock. He knitted a good deal, he would tell you if you asked him, to keep himself from smoking, adding that he also smoked a good deal to keep himself from knitting.

Whenever I have that sad, depressed feeling, I go out and kill a policeman.

I am not always good and noble. I am the hero of this story, but I have my off moments.

...what I feel we ought to do at this juncture is to dash off somewhere where it's quiet and there aren't so many housesdancing the 'Blue Danube' and shove some tea into ourselves. And over the pot and muffins I shall have something veryimportant to say to you.

If men's minds were like dominoes, surely his would be the double blank.

He shimmered out, and I sat up in bed with that rather unpleasant feeling you get sometimes that you're going to die in about five minutes.