232 Quotes by Dodie Smith

It was wonderful, of course – ham with mustard is a meal of glory.

The family – that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.

Why don't you ever fly through the windmill again? That's a sure crowd pleaser.

How strange and beautiful it looked in the late afternoon light! I can still recapture that first glimpse - see the sheer grey stone walls and towers against the pale yellow sky, the reflected castle stretching towards us on the brimming moat, the floating patches of emerald-green water-weed.

Our excited voices only made the castle seem more silent.

I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated subconscious...

The family, that dear octopus from whos tentacles we never quite escape, not in our innermost hearts never quite wish to.