Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.

Oh, I don't know, you know, don't you know?

[I'm] as broke as the ten commandments.

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.

A golfer needs a loving wife to whom he can describe the day's play through the long evening.

The spine, and I do not attempt to conceal the fact, had become soluble, in the last degree.

...what I feel we ought to do at this juncture is to dash off somewhere where it's quiet and there aren't so many housesdancing the 'Blue Danube' and shove some tea into ourselves. And over the pot and muffins I shall have something veryimportant to say to you.