Bridge is a game for the undivided intellect.

I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had.

Fear," the doctor said, "is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it, but we cannot meet it halfway.

The idea of a series of items, following one another docilely, forms the only possible reasonable approach to life if you have to live it with a home and a husband and children, none of whom would dream of following one another docilely.

God! Whose hand was I holding?

So long as you write it away regularly nothing can really hurt you.

There had not been this many words sounded in our house for a long time, and it was going to take a while to clean them out.