If travel has taught me nothing more, and it certainly has, it's this: you never know when some trifling incident, utterly without significance, may pitchfork you into adventure or, by the same token, may not.

Fate was dealing from the bottom of the deck.

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.

He bit his lip in a manner which immediately awakened my maternal sympathy, and I helped him bite it.

This medal (the National Book Award) together with my American Express card, will identify me worldwide ... except at Bloomingdale's.

We old roosters must be cautious. Don't try to outwit your arteries.

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.