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

If, at the close of business each evening, I myself can understand what I've written, I feel the day hasn't been totally wasted.

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

"In France," Marcel said with wintry dignity, "accidents occur in the bedroom, not the kitchen."

To err is human, to forgive supine.

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

Only the scenario writers are exempt. These are tied between the tails of two spirited Caucasian ponies, which are then driven off in opposite directions. This custom is called a conference.