[Evelyn Waugh] made drunkenness cute and chic, and then took to religion, simply to have the most expensive carpet of all to be sick on.
Rebecca WestIt would be no loss to the world if most of the writers now writing had been strangled at birth.
Rebecca WestThe mind is its own enemy, that fights itself with the innumerable pliant and ineluctable arms of the octopus.
Rebecca WestBabbitt as a book was planless; its end arrived apparently because its author had come to the end of the writing-pad, or rather, one might suspect from its length, to the end of all writing-pads then on the market.
Rebecca West