Gussie opened his vaudeville career
Especially if the girl he had earmarked was one of these tough modern thugs, all lipstick and cool, hard, sardonic eyes, as she probably was.
Dear old Bicky, though a stout fellow and absolutely unrivaled as an imitator of bull-terriers and cats, was in many ways one of the most pronounced fatheads that ever pulled on a suit of gent's under...
Blandings Castle is not for the weak.
As Shakespeare says, if you're going to do a thing you might as well pop right at it and get it over.
The cells smell is a great feature of French prisons. Ours in No.44 was one of those fine broad-shouldered up and coming young smells, which stand on both feet and look the world in the eye. We became...
There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.
My Aunt Dahlia, who runs a woman's paper called Milady's Boudoir, had recently backed me into a corner and made me promise to write her a few words for her "Husbands and Brothers" page on "What the We...
Помолете младия си приятел от неустановено кучешко потекло да се оттегли.
She was usually keenly susceptible to weather conditions and reveled in sunshine like a kitten.
Must explain Henry early, to avoid disappointment. If I simply said he was a detective, and let it go at that, I should be obtaining the reader's interest under false pretences. He was really only a s...
[A]lways get to the dialogue as soon as possible. I always feel the thing to go for is speed. Nothing puts the reader off more than a big slab of prose at the start.
You two fit like pork and beans.
You see I’m wearing the tie,’ said Bingo. ‘It suits you beautiful,’ said the girl. Personally, if anyone had told me that a tie like that suited me, I should have risen and struck them on the mazzard,...
You know, you smoke too much, Pat, said his wife, seizing the opening with the instinct which makes an Irishman at a fair hit every head he sees.
Until tonight I saw him only through the golden mist of love, and thought him the perfect man. This evening he revealed himself as what he really is – a satyr.
There was a moment's suspense while Conscience and Sheer Wickedness fought the matter out inside him, and then Conscience, which had started on the encounter without enthusiasm, being obviously flabby...
The world is full of men who ought never to shave their upper lip, and Blair Eggleston was one of them. Coming out into the open, as it were, like this, he had revealed himself the possessor of a not...
The reactions of a country-house party to an after-dinner dog-fight in the drawing-room always vary considerably according to the individual natures of its members. Lady
Lord Chesterfield said that since he had had the full use of his reason nobody had heard him laugh. I don't suppose you have read Lord Chesterfield's 'Letters To His Son'?...Well, of course I hadn't....