Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.
P. G. WodehouseOne of the drawbacks to life is that it contains moments when one is compelled to tell the truth.
P. G. WodehouseThis was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.
P. G. WodehouseI 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.
P. G. Wodehouse