We haven’t met for many years, said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be. "Five years next November." The automatic quality set us all back at least another minute.

Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind.

Englishmen must have an island.

To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.

Baseball is a game played by idiots for morons.

The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.

Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.