Pamela Hansford Johnson, Baroness Snow (29 May 1912 – 18 June 1981) was an English novelist, playwright, poet, literary and social critic. Read full biography of Pamela Hansford Johnson →
The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.
I hated the bangs in the war: I always felt a silent war would be more tolerable.
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Be fond of the man who jests at his scars, if you like; but never believe he is being on the level with you.
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.
Sainthood is acceptable only in saints.