I was in rare fettle and the heart had touched a new high. I don't know anything that braces one up like finding you haven't got to get married after all.

I mean, if you're asking a fellow to come out of a room so that you can dismember him with a carving knife, it's absurd to tack a 'sir' on to every sentence. The two things don't go together.

I suppose half the time Shakespeare just shoved down anything that came into his head.

To say that New York came up to its advance billing would be the baldest of understatements. Being there was like being in heaven without going to all the bother and expense of dying.

It was one of those parties where you cough twice before you speak and then decide not to say it after all.

I shuddered from stem to stern, as stout barks do when buffeted by the waves.

She had a penetrating sort of laugh. Rather like a train going into a tunnel.