Our only hope rests on the off-chance that God does exist.

Our only hope rests on the off-chance that God does exist.

One can get very fond of the people one meets in bars. The trouble is they then appear sort of different in the daylight and you realize that taking them with you is rather like taking a goldfish for a walk: not entirely correct, and surprising for the next people you run into.

There seems to be a peculiar and particular tie between men who have been drunk together.

when a person implores you to be reasonable what he means is that you should speed round forthwith to his point of view.

I have frequently thought that the dead should be buried with all their belongings. It seems weirdly perverse that their clothes should still be here when the people you love best in the world have gone.

Claudia's the sort of girl who goes through life holding onto the sides.