Daphne du Maurier
Daphne du Maurier
Dame Daphne du Maurier, Lady Browning DBEwas an English author and playwright...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth13 May 1907
world common talent
Once a person gave his talent to the world, the world put a stamp upon it. The talent was not a personal possession any more. It was something to be traded, bought and sold. It fetched a high price, or a low one. It was kicked in the common market.
husband men world
...but I should say that kindliness, and sincerity, and if I may say so--modesty--are worth far more to a man, to a husband, than all the wit and beauty in the world.
world
When she smiled it was as though she embraced the world.
ninety-nine world said
I would not be young again, if you offered me the world. But then I'm prejudiced.' 'You talk,' I said, 'as if you were ninety-nine.' 'For a woman I very nearly am,' she said. 'I'm thirty five.
people enchantment world
People who mattered could not take the humdrum world. But this was not the world, it was enchantment; and all of it was mine.
writing long hills
Here was the freedom I desired, long sought-for, not yet known Freedom to write, to walk, to wander, freedom to climb hills, to pull a boat, to be alone.
morning thinking people
If you think I'm one of those people who try to be funny at breakfast you're wrong. I'm invariably ill-tempered in the early morning.
writing scary firsts
When one is writing a novel in the first person, one must be that person.
book hero mean
What about the hero of The House on the Strand? What did it mean when he dropped the telephone at the end of the book? I don't really know, but I rather think he was going to be paralysed for life. Don't you?
people
People who travel are always fugitives.
life-and-death waiting action
Life and death do not wait for legal action.
book self autobiography
All autobiography is self-indulgent.
memories eye animal
[Referring to the birds:] Nat listened to the tearing sound of splintering wood, and wondered how many million years of memory were stored in those little brains, behind the stabbing beaks, the piercing eyes, now giving them this instinct to destroy mankind with all the deft precision of machines.
book names name-dropping
And I don't like books which are full of name dropping.