Man, the creature who knows he must die, who has dreams larger than his destiny, who is forever working a confidence trick on himself, needs an ally. Mine has been tobacco. — J. B. Priestley Copy Share Image
In a world shaped and colored more and more by politicians, the nations meet politically, and hardly any other way to settle their differences. — J. B. Priestley Copy Share
Many a man is praised for his reserve and so-called shyness when he is simply too proud to risk making a fool of himself. — J. B. Priestley Copy Share
A novelist who writes nothing for 10 years finds his reputation rising. Because I keep on producing books they say there must be something… — J. B. Priestley Copy Share
To show a child what once delighted you, to find the child's delight added to your own - this is happiness. — J. B. Priestley Copy Share
The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a… — J. B. Priestley Copy Share
I fancy that the Hell of Too Many People would occupy a respectable place in the hierarchy of infernal regions. — J. B. Priestley Copy Share
It is good fiction, so largely ignored now, that brings us so much closer to the real facts. — J. B. Priestley Copy Share
I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic… — J. B. Priestley Copy Share
Perhaps it would be better not to be a writer, but if you must, then write. — J. B. Priestley Copy Share
Man, the creature who knows he must die, who has dreams larger than his destiny, who is forever working a confidence trick on himself,… — J. B. Priestley Copy Share
There are plenty of clever young writers. But there is too much genius, not enough talent. — J. B. Priestley Copy Share
If you are a genius, you'll make your own rules, but if not - and the odds are against it - go to your… — J. B. Priestley Copy Share
But some of us are beginning to pull well away, in our irritation, from...the exquisite tasters, the vintage snobs, the three-star Michelin gourmets. There… — J. B. Priestley Copy Share
