What I'm worrying about is what Tom is going to say when he starts talking." "Uncle Tom?" "I wish there was something else you could call him except 'Uncle Tom,' " Aunt Dahlia said a little testily. "Every time you do it, I expect to see him turn black and start playing the banjo.

I don’t know if you have had the same experience, but the snag I always come up against when I’m telling a story is this dashed difficult problem of where to begin it.

Just another proof, of course, of what I often say - it takes all sorts to make a world.

She could not have gazed at him with a more rapturous intensity if she had been a small child and he a saucer of ice cream.

I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

Birds, except when broiled and in the society of a cold bottle, bored him stiff.

When you're alone you don't do much laughing.