One Place Is Very Like Another.

The Truth Often Does Sound Unconvincing.

The Tragedy Of Life Is That People Do Not Change.

The Trouble With You And Me, Is That We Don't Live In The Real World. We Dream Of Fantastic Things That May Never Happen.

Many Friends Have Said To Me, 'i Never Know When You Write Your Books, Because I've Never Seen You Writing, Or Even Seen You Go Away To Write.' I Must Behave Rather As Dogs Do When They Retire With A Bone; They Depart In A Secretive Manner And You Do Not See Them Again For An Odd Half Hour. They Return Self-consciously With Mud On Their Noses. I Do Much The Same.

It's Like All Those Quiet People, When They Do Lose Their Tempers They Lose Them With A Vengeance.