She sleeps alone at last.

Breaking the ice in the pitcher seems to be a feature of the early lives of all great men.

For a nation which has an almost evil reputation for bustle, bustle, bustle, and rush, rush, rush, we spend an enormous amount of time standing around in line in front of windows, just waiting.

Why don't you get out of that wet coat and into a dry martini?

I can't bring myself to say, 'Well, I guess I'll be toddling along.' It isn't that I can't toddle. It's just that I can't guess I'll toddle.

After an author has been dead for some time, it becomes increasingly difficult for his publishers to get out a new book by him each year.

Work is a form of nervousness.