The fact is that all of us have only one personality, and we wring it out like a dishtowel. You are what you are.

A basic ingredient in the manufacture of perfume, the attar-a heavy, pale-yellow oil stored in small metal drums-had been put up as collateral by Bulgaria, in lieu of gold, at the Moscow Narodny Bank, a Communist finance house for East-West trade.

Tomatoes and squash never fail to reach maturity. You can spray them with acid, beat them with sticks and burn them; they love it.

You'll have to leave my meals on a tray outside the door because I'll be working pretty late on the secret of making myself invisible, which may take me almost until eleven o'clock.

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

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

Fate was dealing from the bottom of the deck.