Her kung fu is that powerful.

I had one class in the morning, the mysteriously named "Further Maths". It was two hours long and so deeply frightening that I think I went into a trance.

Oh, the ongoing love affair between hair and mouths. Hair always goes for the mouth. The mouth opens, and hair says, "I'm going in! I'm going in!" like a manic cave diver.

You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.

She wasn't only gay, she was a gay elf.

The essay I had to read was called, "An Essay on Criticism" by Alexander Pope. The first challenge was that the essay was, in fact, a very long poem in "heroic couplets". If something is called an essay, it should be an essay.

Lecturing Brooks was as useful as lecturing a cat.