The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.

Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.

She had more curves than a scenic railway

Has anybody ever seen a dramatic critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.

I just sit at a typewriter and curse a bit.

It is fatal to let any dog know that he is funny, for he immediately loses his head and starts hamming it up.

Freddie experienced the sort of abysmal soul-sadness which afflicts one of Tolstoy's Russian peasants when, after putting in a heavy day's work strangling his father, beating his wife, and dropping the baby into the city's reservoir, he turns to the cupboards, only to find the vodka bottle empty.