Leave it to me: I'm always top banana in the shock department.
Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany's, but almost.
One always likes one's latest book best. That's a natural feeling.
All artists are two-headed calves.
In California everyone goes to a therapist, is a therapist, or is a therapist going to a therapist.
But mostly they were lies I told; it wasn't my fault, I couldn't remember, because it was as though I'd been to one of those supernatural castles visited by characters in legends: once away, you do not remember, all that is left is the ghostly echo of haunting wonder.