I am treating you as my friend, asking you to share my present minuses in the hope that I can ask you to share my future plusses.

I don't believe other people are ever as foolishly excited as I am while I'm working. How could they be? Writers would have to live in trees.

England is merely an island of beef swimming in a warm gulf stream of gravy.

My love for you tonight is so deep and tender that it seems to be outside myself as well.

The ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it.

What can you do if you are thirty and, turning the corner of your own street, you are overcome, suddenly, by a feeling of bliss - absolute bliss - as though you'd suddenly swallowed a bright piece of that late afternoon sun and it burned in your bosom, sending out a little shower of sparks into every particle into every finger and toe?

Oh, impossible. Fancy cream puffs so soon after breakfast. The very idea made one shudder. All the same, two minutes later Jose and Laura were licking their fingers with that absorbed inward look that only comes from whipped cream.