How do you feel?" he asked him. "Like a military academy," said Arthur. "Bits of me keep on passing out.
To boldly split infinitives that no man had split before.
I'm so great even I get tongue-tied talking to myself.
Life,” said Marvin dolefully, “loathe it or ignore it, you can’t like it.
What is the point? We assume that every time we do anything we know what the consequences will be, i.e., more or less what we intend them to be. This is not only not always correct. It is wildly, crazily, stupidly, cross-eyed-blithering-insectly wrong!
There's always a moment when you start to fall out of love, whether it's with a person or an idea or a cause, even if it's one you only narrate to yourself years after the event: a tiny thing, a wrong word, a false note, which means that things can never be quite the same again.