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

When starting to think about any novel, part of the motive is: I'm going to show them, this time.

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.

A bad review may spoil your breakfast, but you shouldn't allow it to spoil your lunch.

Cats are only human, they have their faults.

Only a world without love strikes me as instantly and decisively more terrible than one without music.

It is natural and harmless in English to use a preposition to end a sentence with.