My soul seemed as foul as smoke from burning cat fur.

Rome wasn't built in a day.

Time is liquid. One moment is no more important than any other and all moments quickly run away.

I was taught that the human brain was the crowning glory of evolution so far, but I think it's a very poor scheme for survival.

. . . but the Universe is an awfully big place. There is room enough for an awful lot of people to be right about things and still not agree.

The Contessa was surely way ahead of her time, too, in believing that men were not only usless and idiotic, but downright dangerous. That idea wouldn't catch on big in her native country until the last three years of the Vietnam War.

The champagne was dead. So it goes.