It was a morning when all nature shouted Fore! The breeze, as it blew gently up from the valley, seemed to bring a message of hope and cheer, whispering of chip-shots holed and brassies landing square...
He couldn’t have moved quicker if he had been the dachshund Poppet, who at this juncture was running round in circles, trying, if I read his thoughts aright, to work off the rather heavy lunch he had...
The ideas of debtor and creditor as to what constitutes a good time never coincide.
I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
For a time the broken heart, and then suddenly the healing conviction that one is jolly well out of it.
Boko looked at me, and raised his eyebrows. I looked at Boko, and raised my eyebrows. Nobby looked at us both, and raised her eyebrows. Then we looked at Stilton, and all raised our eyebrows. It was o...
She looked away. Her attitude seemed to suggest that she had finished with him, and would be obliged if somebody would come and sweep him up.
[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.", Issue 64, Winter 1975)
You would be miserable if you had to go through life with a human doormat with 'Welcome' written on him. You want some one made of sterner stuff. You want, as it were, a sparring-partner, some one wit...
What's the use of a great city having temptations if fellows don't yield to them?
He stood looking at the detective like Schopenhauer’s butcher at the selected lamb.
Didn't Frankenstein get married?Did he? said Eggy. I don't know. I never met him. Harrow man, I expect.
We must always remember, however,' said Psmith gravely, 'that poets are also God's creatures.
We all shook hands, and the policeman, having retrieved a piece of chewing-gum from the underside of a chair, where he had parked it against a rainy day, went off into a corner and began to contemplat...
This woman always made Freddie feel as if he were being disemboweled by some clumsy amateur.
Nothing upsets a fowl more than having to wait for dinner.
I ordered another. If this was going to be a fish-story, I needed stimulants.On the liner going to New York I met a girl. Biffy made a sort of curious gulping noise not unlike a bulldog trying to swal...
He was a Frenchman, a melancholy-looking man. His aspect was that of one who has been looking for the leak in a gas pipe with a lighted candle.
Get married, P.K. Purvis, said Gussie earnestly. It's the only life ...
But a thing I’ve often noticed is that when I’ve got something off my mind, it pretty nearly always happens that Fate sidles up and shoves on something else,