Didn't Frankenstein get married?Did he? said Eggy. I don't know. I never met him. Harrow man, I expect.
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,
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?
We must always remember, however,' said Psmith gravely, 'that poets are also God's creatures.
This woman always made Freddie feel as if he were being disemboweled by some clumsy amateur.
There was nothing of the flaneur about the Bowery boy.
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.
At a time when she was engaged to Stilton Cheesewright, I remember recording in the archives that she was tall and willowy with a terrific profile and luxuriant platinum blond-hair, the sort of girl w...
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...
There is, of course, this to be said for the Omnibus Book in general and this one in particular. When you buy it, you have got something. The bulk of this volume makes it almost the ideal paper-weight...
Nature seems to unbutton its waistcoat and put its feet up.
Když žena ví vše, pak pravidelně čekají nějakého muže maléry.
I was as limpid as dammit.
I read it twice, then I said, Well, why don't you?Why don't I what?Why don't you wish her many happy returns? It doesn't seem much to ask.But she says on her birthday.Well, when is her birthday?Can't...
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 one of those earnest, persevering dancers--the kind that have taken twelve correspondence lessons.
He stood looking at the detective like Schopenhauer’s butcher at the selected lamb.