These are the days of bootleg love.

I love the idea of there being two sexes, don't you?

The paths of glory at least lead to the Grave, but the paths of duty may not get you Anywhere.

You are all a lost generation," Gertrude Stein said to Hemingway. We weren't lost. We knew where we were, all right, but we wouldn't go home. Ours was the generation that stayed up all night.

I can feel a thing I cannot touch and touch a thing I cannot feel. The first is sad and sorry, the second is your heart.

I always begin at the left with the opening word of the sentence and read toward the right and I recommend this method.

It was Lisa, aged five, whose mother asked her to thank my wife for the peas we had sent them from our garden. 'I thought the peas were awful, I wish you and Mrs. Thurber were dead, and I hate trees,' said Lisa.