The day broke grey and dull. The clouds hung heavily, and there was a rawness in the air that suggested snow. A woman servant came into a room in which a child was sleeping and drew the curtains. She glanced mechanically at the house opposite, a stucco house with a portico, and went to the child's bed.
W. Somerset MaughamThe author always loads his dice, but he must never let the reader see that he has done so.
W. Somerset MaughamYou tend to close your eyes to truth, beauty and goodness because they give no scope to your sense of the ridiculous.
W. Somerset MaughamThere are directors who desire to be artistic. It is pathetic to compare the seriousness of their aim with the absurdity of their attainment.
W. Somerset Maugham