"I could not marry Peter off to the young woman he had (in the conventional Perseus manner) rescued from death and infamy, because I could find no form of words in which she could accept him without loss of self-respect. I had landed my two chief puppets in a situation where, according to all the conventional rules of detective fiction, they should have had nothing to do but fall into one another’s arms; but they would not do it, and that for a very good reason. When I looked at the situation I saw that it was in every respect false and degrading; and the puppets had somehow got just so much flesh and blood in them that I could not force them to accept it without shocking myself. […] Harriet had been a human being from the start, and I had humanized Peter for her benefit; but the situation between them had become still more impossible on that account."
— Dorothy L. Sayers, Gaudy Night, from Howard Maycraft’s Art of the Detective Story (via smokeandsong)
"“If anybody ever marries you, it will be for the pleasure of hearing you talk piffle,” said Harriet severely"
— Strong Poison, Dorothy L. Sayers (via joan-webster)
"‘How can I find the words? Poets have taken them all, and left me with nothing to say or do -‘
‘Except to teach me for the first time what they meant,’"
Busman’s Honeymoon, Dorothy L Sayers (via breadforsong)
Ohhhh, these two.