In the silence I heard Bastet, who had retreated under the bed, carrying on a mumbling, profane monologue. (If you ask how I knew it was profane, I presume you have never owned a cat.)

The approval of a cat cannot but flatter the recipient.

I am so tired of ruggedly handsome heroes. I don't know too many ruggedly handsome people who are necessarily nice people. In fact, the beautiful people have a big handicap because they rely too much on their appearance and don't bother to become interesting.

When men start talking about 'honor', there is sure to be trouble ahead.

I can do a book in three months if I spend all day, seven days a week at it and, in fact, I work better that way.

..he continues to cling to the forlorn hope that I will turn into one of those swooning females...and fling myself squeeling at him whenever anything happens. Like all men, he clings to his illusions.

Noble causes have a deplorable effect on the morals of the persons who espouse them.