If you want to feel at home, stay home.

A bottle of wine begs to be shared; I have never met a miserly wine lover.

The adjective is the banana peel of the parts of speech.

To take wine into your mouth is to savor a droplet of the river of human history.

My main recollection is of the work I had to do in order to eat

Seriously, I do not know what to say of this book [ Absalom, Absalom!] except that it seem to point to the final blowup of what was once a remarkable, if minor, talent… this is a penny dreadful tricked up in fancy language and given a specious depth by the expert manipulation of a series of eccentric technical tricks. The characters have no magnitude and no meaning because they have no more reality than a mince-pie nightmare.

I found nothing really wrong with this autobiography except poor choice of subject.