It is not the being paid money in advance that jars the sensitive artist: it is the having to work.

I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don't know what I did before that. Just loafed I suppose.

You are falling into your old error, Jeeves, of thinking that Gussie is a parrot. Fight against this. I shall add the oz.

A lesser moustache, under the impact of that quick, agonised expulsion of breath, would have worked loose at the roots.

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

It was loud in spots and less loud in other spots, and it had that quality which I have noticed in all violin solos of seeming to last much longer than it actually did.

So always look for the silver lining And try to find the sunny side of life.