Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.
What do you want a clock for?” “To find out what time it is,” I said. “I think that’s the usual purpose.
Getting yelled at by a furious woman should be treated as a semiformal occasion.
In its own way the kiss had been an act of murder.
The mind picks some very bad times to take a walk doesn't it?
But of course, there's no rest for the wicked, which I certainly am; as I said, no rest for the wicked.