The mere thought hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.

Very deep. You should send that in to the Reader's Digest. They've got a page for people like you.

He felt like an old sponge steeped in paraffin and left in the sun to dry.

He attacked everything in life with a mix of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which.

I'm up to here with cool, okay? I am so amazingly cool you could keep a side of meat in me for a month. I am so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis.

Many men of course became extremely rich, but this was perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of because no one was really poor, at least no one worth speaking of.

It is folly to say you know what is happening to other people. Only they know, if they exist. They have their own Universes of their own eyes and ears.