Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.

Oh, that feels good! I don't know who invented ties and then insisted a man was only properly dressed when he wore one, but if I ever meet him, I'll strangle him with his own invention

...she looked like the sort of woman most men would want to get to know because they weren't sure what went on inside.

Truly God was good, to make man so blind.

Yet there's something ominous about turning sixty-five. Suddenly old age is not a phenomenon which will occur; it has occurred.

What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?

The Labour Party of today has fits of horrors of the very thought of somebody like me might saying that they bought in white Australia. But I believe they did.