To your generation, I must represent the literary equivalent of tufted furniture and gas chandeliers.
Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any.
How I hate everything!
Each time you happen to me all over again.
Her mind was an hotel where facts came and went like transient lodgers, without leaving their address behind, and frequently without paying for their board.
If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.