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The People Who Pretend That Dying Is Rather Like Strolling Into The Next Room Always Leave Me Unconvinced. Death, Like Birth, Must Be A Tremendous Event.

We Should Like To Have Some Towering Geniuses, To Reveal Us To Ourselves In Colour And Fire, But Of Course They Would Have To Fit Into The Pattern Of Our Society And Be Able To Take Orders From Sound Administrative Types.

A Novelist Who Writes Nothing For 10 Years Finds His Reputation Rising. Because I Keep On Producing Books They Say There Must Be Something Wrong With This Fellow.

It Is Hard To Tell Where The Mcc Ends And The Church Of England Begins.

One Of The Delights Beyond The Grasp Of Youth Is That Of Not Going. Not To Have An Invitation For The Dance, The Party, The Picnic, The Excursion Is To Be Diminished. To Have An Invitation And Then Not To Be Able To Go -- Oh Cursed Spite! Now I Do Not Care The Rottenest Fig Whether I Receive An Invitation Or Not. After Years Of Illusion, I Finally Decided I Was Missing Nothing By Not Going. I No Longer Care Whether I Am Missing Anything Or Not.