Have you ever head this theory about drinking yourself sober?' Eddie asked. 'It's a very popular theory. Amongst drunks, anyway.

Oh dear,' said Eddie. 'We'd better hurry. Tinto, call me a cab.' All right,' said Tinto. 'You're a cab.

What is believed to be a fact is only a fact until another fact supersedes it. Science is only a fashion. Nothing more.

I know that if I have been working on one paragraph and I have written it three times, it goes in the bin. Unless it comes straight out, it is wrong, it is awkward, it does not fit.

Now, it's a fact well known to those who know it well that prophets of doom only attain popularity when they get the drinks in all around.

Only if I am going to die, I should prefer to die as I have lived, drunkenly.

Jack, get a grip of yourself.' I have a grip of myself.' Jack took a grip of himself. It was a most intimate grip; not the kind of grip that you usually take of yourself in public.