Why do only the awful things become fads? I thought. Eye-rolling and Barbie and
bread pudding. Why never chocolate cheesecake or thinking for yourself?
Cats, as you know, are quite impervious to threats.
The reason Victorian society was so restricted and repressed was that it was impossible to move without knocking something over.
People will buy anything at jumble sales,' I said. 'At the Evacuated Children Charity Fair a woman bought a tree branch that had fallen on the table.
And kissed her for a hundred and sixty-nine years.
I think literature totally fails when it has an agenda.
When you're a writer, the question people always ask you is, "Where do you get your ideas?" Writers hate this question. It's like asking Humphrey Bogart in The African Queen, "Where do you get your leeches?" You don't get ideas. Ideas get you.
I was on a walking tour of Oxford colleges once with a group of bored and unimpressable tourists. They yawned at Balliol's quad, T.E. Lawrence's and Churchill's portraits, and the blackboard Einstein wrote his E=mc2 on. Then the tour guide said, 'And this is the Bridge of Sighs, where Lord Peter proposed (in Latin) to Harriet,' and everyone suddenly came to life and began snapping pictures. Such is the power of books.