Conversation should be like juggling; up go the balls and plates, up and over, in and out, good solid objects that glitter in the footlights and fall with a bang if you miss them.
Evelyn WaughThe tour bus was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Would it be possible to give them a ring to check they've not forgotten us?
Evelyn WaughIf it could only be like this always - always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper.
Evelyn WaughPerhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us.
Evelyn Waugh