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"Success comes to a writer as a rule, so gradually that it is always something of a shock to him to look back and realize the heights to which he has climbed."

"Why don't you get a haircut? You look like a chrysanthemum."

"The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun."

"She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say "when.""

"He was white and shaken, like a dry martini."

"Few of them were to be trusted within reach of a trowel and a pile of bricks."

"I just sit at a typewriter and curse a bit."

"Has anybody ever seen a dramatic critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good."

"Psmith is the only thing in my literary career which was handed to me on a plate with watercress round it, thus enabling me to avoid the blood, sweat and tears inseparable from an author's life."

"It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them."

"I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled."

"Every author really wants to have letters printed in the papers. Unable to make the grade, he drops down a rung of the ladder and writes novels."

"He was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say "when!""

"Flowers are happy things."

"Marriage isn't a process of prolonging the life of love, but of mummifying the corpse."

"To my daughter Leonora without whose never-failing sympathy and encouragement this book would have been finished in half the time."

"Madeleine Basset laughed the tinkling, silvery laugh that had got her so disliked by the better element."

"She had a penetrating sort of laugh. Rather like a train going into a tunnel."

"There is only one cure for gray hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine."

"The Bishop was talking to the local Master of Hounds about the difficulty he had in keeping his vicars off the incense."

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