Quotes About Durrell

A million muffin-eating moralists were waiting, not for us, Brother Ass, but for the plucky and tedious Trollope!

I suppose the secret of his success is in his tremendous idleness which almost approaches the supernatural.

No one but a murderer would have thought of giving Gerry that albatross.

and the handsome women and girls with velvet black eyes

dead by all the relatives. You are supposed to be head of the family – stop him writing it.' 'You do exaggerate, Larry dear,' said Mother. 'Anyway

It was originally intended to be a mildly nostalgic account of the natural history of the island

As a statement calculated to quell alarm it left a lot to be desired.

I do wish you wouldn't argue with me when I'm knitting.

All we need is a book,' roared Leslie; 'don't panic, hit 'em with a book.

The Bear had once confided to me that Durrell's ego could fit snugly in the basilica of St. Peter's in Rome but in very few other public places. This runaway megalomania marked him as a blood member of the fraternity of generals. If looks alone could make generals, Durrell would have been a cinch. He was built lean and slim and dark, like a Doberman. A man of breeding and refrigerated intelligence, he ordered his life like a table of logarithms.