How did we go bankrupt? Two ways. Slowly, and then all of a sudden.

The only kind of writing is rewriting.

In modern war... you will die like a dog for no good reason.

We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood.

If my Valentine you won't be, I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.

I loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time while we were alone. I worked well and we made great trips, and I thought we were invulnerable again, and it wasn't until we were out of the mountains in late spring, and back in Paris, that the other thing started again.

I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'" "This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste." Brett's glass was empty.