Work was like cats were supposed to be: if you disliked and feared it and tried to keep out if its way, it knew at once and sought you out and jumped on your lap and climbed all over you to show how much it loved you. Please God, he thought, don't let me die in harness.

If you are using an adverb, you have got the verb wrong.

Outside every fat man there is an even fatter man trying to close in.

I sometimes feel that more lousy dishes are presented under the banner of pate than any other.

The rewards for being sane may not be very many, but knowing what's funny is one of them.

It scored right away with me by being the smooth, fine-grained sort, not the coarse flaky, dry-on-the-outside rubbish full of chunds of gut and gristle to testify to its authenticity.

Laziness has become the chief characteristic of journalism, displacing incompetence.