|Pamela Hansford Johnson|
Pamela Hansford Johnson at her typewriter in the 1930s or 1940s
29 May 1912|
|Died||19 June 1981
|Genre||Fiction, literary and social criticism|
You slam a politician, you make out he's the devil, with horns and hoofs. But his wife loves him, and so did all his mistresses.
I hated the bangs in the war: I always felt a silent war would be more tolerable.
We demand that people should be true to the pictures we have of them, no matter how repulsive those pictures may be: we prefer the true portrait in all its homogeneity, to one with a detail added which refuses to fit in.
Be fond of the man who jests at his scars, if you like; but never believe he is being on the level with you.