Intoxicated? The word did not express it by a mile. He was oiled, boiled, fried, plastered, whiffled, sozzled, and blotto.

The ideas of debtor and creditor as to what constitutes a good time never coincide.

I never want to see anyone, and I never want to go anywhere or do anything. I just want to write.

A little bit added to what you've already got gives you a little bit more.

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

I just sit at a typewriter and curse a bit.

I remember her telling me once that rabbits were the gnomes in attendance to the Fairy Queen and that the stars were God's daisy chain. Perfect rot, of course.