What do you want a clock for?” “To find out what time it is,” I said. “I think that’s the usual purpose.

I know family comes first, but shouldn't that mean after breakfast?

I waved to everybody. Some of them even waved back. They knew me, had seen me go by before, always cheerful, a big hello for everybody. He was such a nice man. Very friendly. I can’t believe he did those horrible things . . .

Rectory always sounded to me like a place where you would find a proctologist.

I don't know if you have noticed this, but it is quite possible for two human beings to have a conversation in which one or both parties involved has absolutely no idea what they're talking about.

I really am guilty, of many somethings, all of them lethal and very enjoyable and technically not quite legal.

Nothing in life is fair. Fair is a dirty word and I'll thank you not to use that language around me.