Quotes About Dorothy L. Sayers

His [Lord Peter's] long, amiable face looked as if it had generated spontaneously from his top hat, as white maggots breed from Gorgonzola.

By all means,' said Harriet. 'Where did you come from?' 'From London--like a bird that hears the call of its mate.' 'I didn't-- began Harriet. 'I didn't mean you. I meant the corpse. But still, talking of mates, will you marry me?

The glass-blower's cat is bompstable," said Mr. Parker aloud and distinctly.

They cultivated normality till it stood out of them all over in knobs, like the muscles upon professional strong men, and scarcely looked normal at all. And they talked interminably and loudly. From their bouncing mental health ordinary ill-balanced mortals shrank in alarm.

Damn it, she writes detective stories and in detective stories virtue is always triumphant. They're the purest literature we have.

I beg your pardon, said Lord Peter, I was quoting poetry. Very silly of me. I got the habit at my mother's knee and I can't break myself of it.

Wonder whether Mussolini's mother spanked him too much or too little--you never know, these psychological days. Can distinctly remember spanking Peter, but it doesn't seem to have warped him much, so psychologists very likely all wrong.

There are many difficulties inherent in a teleological view of creation," said Parker placidly.

The whole of the Trivium was, in fact, intended to teach the pupil the proper use of the tools of learning.

Since you are so good," replied Mr. Bunter, "the dispatch of the grocer's assistant with streaky rashers and eggs would enable us to augment the deficiencies of the breakfast menu.

But we can never hope for a whole jury-box full of ecclesiastical diehards.

The long white fingers tamped the tobacco firmly into the bowl and struck a match.

The fenman gazed at Wimsey with a slow pity for his bird-witted feebleness of mind.

Bloody little fool!" said Sergeant Bunter.

Francis Bacon," said Peter, a trifle belatedly. "Mr. Kirk, you're a man after my own heart.

I loved the tales of Dorothy L. Sayers and Margery Allingham. I read widely as a young woman, but always went back to traditional crime fiction for my comfort-reading. If I had a cold or had been dumped by my boyfriend, those were the books I returned to for escape and reassurance.