I felt the beginning of a passion, hopeless in the long run, but very nourishing, for identifying myself with people who were not my own, and whose lives were governed by ideas alien to mine.
V. S. PritchettIt is often said that in Ireland there is an excess of genius unsustained by talent; but there is talent in the tongues.
V. S. PritchettThose mausoleums of inactive masculinity are places for men who prefer armchairs to women.
V. S. PritchettThe detective novel is the art-for-art's-sake of our yawning Philistinism, the classic example of a specialized form of art removed from contact with the life it pretends to build on.
V. S. Pritchett