The best way to avoid a hangover is to stay drunk.

[To woman bragging about having kept her husband for seven years:] Don't worry, if you keep him long enough, he'll come back in style.

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

My first love was Cinderella, but she ran off with another man.

Nevil Shute's On the Beach is no Christmas carol, but it seems to me a remarkably fine novel, one which I read, in the peculiarly repulsive phrase, with my eyes glued to the page.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

All I have to be thankful for in this world is that I was sitting down when my garter busted.