The peculiar foreign superstition that the English do not like love, the evidence being that they do not talk about it.
V. S. PritchettIt is less the business of the novelist to tell us what happened than to show how it happened.
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. PritchettThe profoundly humorous writers are humorous because they are responsive to the hopeless, uncouth, concatenations of life.
V. S. Pritchett