I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.

I misremember who first was cruel enough to nurture the cocktail party into life. But perhaps it would be not too much to say, in fact it would be not enough to say, that it was not worth the trouble.

Some men break your heart in two, Some men fawn and flatter, Some men never look at you; And that cleans up the matter.

...as for helping me in the outside world, the Convent taught me only that if you spit on a pencil eraser, it will erase ink.

There are times when images blow to fluff, and comparisons stiffen and shrivel.

I don't want to review books any more. It cuts in too much on my reading.

I might repeat to myself . . . a list of quotations from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things.