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

He's like one of those weird birds in India who dissolve themselves into thin air and nip through space in a sort of disembodied way and assemble the parts again just where they want them. I've got a cousin who's what they call a Theosophist, and he says he's often nearly worked the thing himself, but couldn't quite bring it off, probably owing to having fed in his boyhood on the flesh of animals slain in anger and pie.

She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season

Well, you certainly are the most wonderfully woolly baa-lamb that ever stepped.

I pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.

Chumps always make the best husbands. All the unhappy marriages come from the husbands having brains.

I remember her telling me once that rabbits were the gnomes in attendance to the Fairy Queen and that the stars were God's daisy chain. Perfect rot, of course.