I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.

I cannot recall a more engaging passage in fiction, and I've been trying for almost eighteen seconds.

All right, so call me Miss Cliche of 1960, but the thing about the married ones that always spooks me is how sweet and attentive they are at first, when they're on the prowl.

I tried to resist his overtures, but he plied me with symphonies, quartets, chamber music, and cantatas.

I'm half Scotch-Irish on both sides, and when I lose my temper-brother, I go.

To err is human, to forgive supine.

There is something about a home aquarium which sets my teeth on edge the moment I see it. Why anyone would want to live with a small container of stagnant water populated by a half-dead guppy is beyond me.