However devoutly a girl may worship the man of her choice, there always comes a time when she feels an irresistible urge to haul off and let him have it in the neck.

Never put anything on paper, my boy, and never trust a man with a small black moustache.

There's a sort of wooly headed duckiness about you. If I wasn't so crazy about Marmaduke, I could really marry you Bertie.

Well, you certainly are the most wonderfully woolly baa-lamb that ever stepped.

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 believe there are two ways of writing novels. One is mine, making a sort of musical comedy without music and ignoring real life altogether; the other is going right deep down into life and not caring a damn.

Intoxicated? The word did not express it by a mile. He was oiled, boiled, fried, plastered, whiffled, sozzled, and blotto.