Dogs are a habit, I think.
I think the main thing, don't you, is to keep the show on the road.
Writers do not find subjects; subjects find them.
One can suffer a convulsion of one's entire nature, and, unless it makes some noise, no one notices. It's not just that we are incurious; we completely lack any sense of each other's existences.
...there must be something she wanted; and that therefore she was no lady.
the slight sense of degeneracy induced by reading novels before luncheon