It ought to be a criminal offence for women to dye their hair. Especially red. What the devil do women do that sort of thing for?
P. G. WodehouseHe'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.
P. G. WodehouseHe had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.
P. G. WodehouseI don't want to seem always to be criticizing your methods of voice production, Jeeves, I said, but I must inform you that that 'Well, sir' of yours is in many respects fully as unpleasant as your 'Indeed, sir?
P. G. Wodehouse