If all the girls attending [the Yale prom] were laid end to end, I wouldn't be at all surprised.
The plot is so tired that even this reviewer, who in infancy was let drop by a nurse with the result that she has ever since been mystified by amateur coin tricks, was able to guess the identity of the murderer from the middle of the book.
Women and elephants never forget.
Hell's afloat in lover's tears.
The best way to avoid a hangover is to stay drunk.
Accursed from their birth they be Who seek to find monogamy, Pursuing it from bed to bed— I think they would be better dead.