He shimmered out, and I sat up in bed with that rather unpleasant feeling you get sometimes that you're going to die in about five minutes.

I'm all for rational enjoyment, and so forth, but I think a fellow makes himself conspicuous when he throws soft-boiled eggs at the electric fan

-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?' There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter

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

Warm-hearted! I should think he has to wear asbestos vests!

It's not that I don't trust you, Dunstable, it's simply that I don't trust you.

Mike nodded. A sombre nod. The nod Napoleon might have given if somebody had met him in 1812 and said, "So, you're back from Moscow, eh?