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

We Woosters freeze like the dickens when we seek sympathy and meet with cold reserve. "Nothing further Jeeves", I said with quiet dignity.

I mean, imagine how some unfortunate Master Criminal would feel, on coming down to do a murder at the old Grange, if he found that not only was Sherlock Holmes putting in the weekend there, but Hercule Poirot, as well." ~ Bertram "Bertie" Wooster

...with each new book of mine I have always the feeling that this time I have picked a lemon in the garden of literature.

It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.

He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.

Do men who have got all their marbles go swimming in lakes with their clothes on?