Quotes About P. G. Wodehouse

There's too much of that where-every-prospect-pleases-and-only-man-is-vile stuff buzzing around for my taste.

I may as well tell you, here and now, that if you are going about the place thinking things pretty, you will never make a modern poet. Be poignant, man, be poignant!

Birds, except when broiled and in the society of a cold bottle, bored him stiff.

I attribute my whole success in life to a rigid observance of the fundamental rule - Never have yourself tattooed with any woman's name, not even her initials.

The patron saint of outlining - the bespectacled siren who sings to me from his spotless rock - is P. G. Wodehouse.

He had the look of a frustrated tiger whose personal physician had recommended a strict vegetarian diet.

It wavered in style between the formal and the chummy, beginning 'Dear Madam', and ending 'So you see what a spot I'm in, ducky,' but it did present the facts.

All I tried to do was to give the little brute a cheerful expression. But, as it worked out, he looks positively dissipated.

My God, man! I gargled. The cravat! The gent's neckwear! Why? For what reason?

Sing,' said the agent. 'Stop singing,' added the agent, hastily.

From the Hills of Fairyland soft music came. Or, if we must be exact, Maud spoke.

He was accompanied by something having the outward aspect of a dog. Blandings Castle

You are inviting disaster and... what's the word? Something about cats. Jeeves replies, Cataclysms, sir?

Having failed the Civil Service entrance examinations, he had become – she recalled – a clerk at the London office of the Hong Kong and Shanghai Bank on 31 Lombard Street, at the age of eighteen – one of his 'fellow employees' there had been the young P. G. Wodehouse

I started a funny book from the 1930s called The Code of the Woosters by P. G. Wodehouse. Wodehouse is a comic genius.

Do men who have got all their marbles go swimming in lakes with their clothes on?