He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.

It's curious how, when you're in love, you yearn to go about doing acts of kindness to everybody.

I started violently, as if some unseen hand had goosed me.

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.

She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say 'when.'

As Shakespeare says, if you're going to do a thing you might as well pop right at it and get it over.

I go in for what is known in the trade as 'light writing' and those who do that - humorists they are sometimes called - are looked down upon by the intelligentsia and sneered at.