Dodie Smith
Dodie Smith
Dorothy Gladys "Dodie" Smithwas an English children's novelist and playwright, known best for the novel The Hundred and One Dalmatians. Other works include I Capture the Castle, and The Starlight Barking. The Hundred and One Dalmatians was adapted into a 1961 Disney animated movie version. Her novel I Capture the Castle was adapted into a 2003 movie version. I Capture the Castle was voted number 82 as "one of the nation's 100 best-loved novels" by the British public as part of...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionDramatist
Date of Birth3 May 1896
I like seeing people when they can't see me.
Perhaps if I make myself write I shall find out what is wrong with me.
Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.
I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.
I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.
People's clothes ought to be buried with them.
Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?
When I read a book, I put in all the imagination I can, so that it is almost like writing the book as well as reading it - or rather, it is like living it. It makes reading so much more exciting, but I don't suppose many people try to do it.
Certain unique books seem to be without forerunners or successors as far as their authors are concerned. Even though they may profoundly influence the work of other writers, for their creator they're complete, not leading anywhere.
I shouldn't think even millionaires could eat anything nicer than new bread and real butter and honey for tea.
Like many other much-loved humans, they believed that they owned their dogs, instead of realizing that their dogs owned them.
Everything in the least connected with him has value for me; if someone even mentions his name it is like a little present to me-and I long to mention it myself
It came to me that Hyde Park has never belonged to London - that it has always been , in spirit, a stretch of countryside; and that it links the Londons of all periods together most magically - by remaining forever unchanged at the heart of a ever-changing town.
Walking down Belmotte was the oddest sensation-- every step took us deeper into the mist until at last it closed over our heads. It was like being drowned in the ghost of water.