How do people go to sleep? I'm afraid I've lost the knack. I might try busting myself smartly over the temple with the night-light. I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound; if I can remember any of the damn things.

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)

Civilization is coming to an end, you understand.

Trapped like a trap in a trap

I've finally gotten to the bottom of things.

Most good women are hidden treasures who are only safe because nobody looks for them.

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.