It was one of those parties where you cough twice before you speak and then decide not to say it after all.

you ever have that feeling when you step down onto a footstep that isn't there?

It isn't often that Aunt Dahlia lets her angry passions rise, but when she does, strong men climb trees and pull them up after them.

I'm not absolutely certain of the facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare who says that it's always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping.

In every romance you have to budget for the occasional dust-up.

A roll and butter and a small coffee seemed the only things on the list that hadn't been specially prepared by the nastier-minded members of the Borgia family for people they had a particular grudge against, so I chose them.

If there is one thing I dislike, it is the man who tries to air his grievances when I wish to air mine.