I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record.

The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

And books which told me everything about the wasp, except why.

I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.

An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do.

Hands have not tears to flow.

And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, "Would you like anything to read?