Ludovic had become an addict of that potent intoxicant, the English language.
Men at Arms, 1952
Posted on April 3, 2007
Most writers in the course of their careers become thick-skinned and learn to accept vituperation, which in any other profession would be unimaginably offensive, as a healthy counterpoise to unintelligent praise.
The New York Times, 1952
Posted on April 14, 2004
My father spent the last 20 years of his life writing letters. If someone thanked him for a wedding present, he thanked them for thanking him and there was no end to the exchange but death.
Posted on February 13, 2004
I was driven into writing because I found it was the only way a lazy and ill-educated man could make a decent living. I am not complaining about the wages. They always seem to me disproportionately high. What I mind so much is the work.
Nash's Pall Mall Magazine, 1937
Posted on June 3, 1999
Everyone has always regarded any usage but his own as either barbarous or pedantic.
in Nobless Oblige, Nancy Mitford (ed.)
Posted on March 16, 1999
Words should be an intense pleasure, just as leather should be to a shoemaker.
The New York Times, 1950
Posted on March 22, 1999
One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.
The Diaries of Evelyn Waugh
Posted on February 22, 2002