Margery Allingham

Mourning is not forgetting... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable read more

Mourning is not forgetting... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust.

When one kicks over a tea table and smashes everything but the sugar bowl, one may as well pick that read more

When one kicks over a tea table and smashes everything but the sugar bowl, one may as well pick that up and drop it on the bricks, don't you think?

I am one of those people who are blessed, or cursed, with a nature which has to interfere. If I read more

I am one of those people who are blessed, or cursed, with a nature which has to interfere. If I see a thing that needs doing I do it.

once to get my meaning down, once to put in anything I have left out, once to take out anything read more

once to get my meaning down, once to put in anything I have left out, once to take out anything that seems unnecessary, and once to make the whole thing sound as if I have only just thought of it.

He did not arrive at this conclusion by the decent process of quiet, logical deduction, nor yet by the blinding read more

He did not arrive at this conclusion by the decent process of quiet, logical deduction, nor yet by the blinding flash of glorious intuition, but by the shoddy, untidy process halfway between the two by which one usually gets to know things.