I hate champagne more than anything in the world next to Seven-Up.

I hate champagne more than anything in the world next to Seven-Up.

I don't always understand other people's motives. I will repeat that for my own benefit, if you don't mind. I don't always understand other people's motives.

The vehemence of my moral indignation surprised me. Was I beginning to have standards and principles, and, oh dear, scruples? What were they, and what would I do with them, and how much were they going to get in my way?

That's my answer to the question what is your strongest emotion, if you ever want to ask me: Curiosity, old bean. Curiosity every time.

A rowdy bunch on the whole, they were most of them so violently individualistic as to be practically interchangeable.

It's amazing how right you can be about a person you don't know; it's only the people you do know who confuse you.