The Duchess of Bloomsbury Street

People oughtn’t to breeze into your life and out again in ten seconds, without leaving even a name behind.

othing infuriates me like those friendly, folksy bank ads in magazines and on TV. Every bank I ever walked into was about as folksy as a cobra

Eton never does in English what it can do in Latin.

I got out of bed, had hysterics, a martini and two cigarettes, got back in bed, and whiled away the rest of the night composing cables saying I wasn’t coming.

They don’t understand skyscrapers here. In New York they don’t understand anything else.