Quotes About P.G. Wodehouse

...writing Jeeves stories gives me a great deal of pleasure and keeps me out of the public houses.

The only writer who gives me unfeigned pleasure is P.G. Wodehouse. And even him I find a bit heavy. He takes a lot out of me. Scratching my hair, with soft whistles, with lips aquiver, I frown over Sunset at Blandings.

No author's writing more influenced my own than that of Robert Louis Stevenson. My first steampunk story, 'The Ape-box Affair,' is a sort of melange of Stevenson and P.G. Wodehouse.

Deep in my cortex, the year is divided into reading seasons. The period from mid-October to Christmas, for instance, is 'ghost story' time, while Jane Austen and P. G. Wodehouse pretty much own April and May.

She ignored my observation. This generally happens with me. Show me a woman, I sometimes say, and I will show you someone who is going to ignore my observations.

I turned round and Jeeves shied like a startled mustang.

One of the Georges - I forget which - once said that a certain number of hours' sleep each night - I cannot recall at the moment how many - made a man something which for the time being has slipped my memory.

The drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G.K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.

Jeeves, you really are a specific dream-rabbit. Thank you, miss. I am glad to have given satisfaction.

It was my Uncle George who discovered alcohol was a food well in advance of modern medical thought.

there occurred to me the simple epitaph which, when I am no more, I intend to have inscribed on my tombstone. It was this: He was a man who acted from the best motives. There is one born every minute.

A girl who bonnets a policeman with an ashcan full of bottles is obviously good wife-and-mother timber.

Jeeves, I'm engaged. I hope you will be very happy, sir. Don't be an ass. I'm engaged to Miss Bassett.

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

I pity the shrimp that matches wits with you Jeeves

You agreee with me that the situation is a lulu? Certainly, a somewhat sharp crisis in your affairs would appear to have been precipitated, Sir.

Am taking legal advice to ascertain whether strangling an idiot nephew counts as murder. If it doesn't look out for yourself.

We Woosters freeze like the dickens when we seek sympathy and meet with cold reserve. Nothing further Jeeves, I said with quiet dignity.

A lesser moustache, under the impact of that quick, agonised expulsion of breath, would have worked loose at the roots.

The boy is of an outspoken disposition, and had made an opprobrious remark respecting my personal appearance. What did he say about your appearance? I have forgotten, sir, said Jeeves, with a touch of austerity. But it was opprobrious.

Aunt Agatha's demeanor now was rather like that of one who, picking daisies on the railway, has just caught the down express in the small of the back.

She spoke as if she belonged to an anti-sausage society or a league for the suppression of eggs.

Don't they put aunts in Turkey in sacks and drop them in the Bosphorus?' 'Odalisques, sir, I understand. Not aunts.

INTERVIEWER Have you ever been envious of another writer? WODEHOUSE No, never. I'm really such a voracious reader that I'm only too grateful to get some stuff I can read.