| She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say "when." |
The Duke of Dunstable had one-way pockets.
He would walk ten miles in the
snow to chisel an orphan out of tuppence. |
| The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on
whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun |
It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people
do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them |
| I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don't know what I did before that . . . just loafed, I suppose. |
As for Gussie Finknottle, many an experienced undertaker would have
been deceived by his appearance and started embalming on sight |
| Marriage isn't a process of prolonging the life of love, but of mummifying the corpse |
Her face was shining like the seat of a bus-driver's trousers |
| A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of someone who had
searched for the leak in life's gas pipe with a lighted candle |
"Have you ever tasted such filthy coffee?" "Never" said Joe, though he
had lived in French hotels |
| Few of them were to be trusted within reach of a trowel and a pile of bricks |
I pressed down the mental accelerator |
| The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea |
There is only one cure for grey hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine |
| He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when
he wanted to eat, but certainly no more |
I always advise people never to give advice |
| She gave me the sort of look she would have given a leper she wasn't fond of |
Wilfred Allsop was sitting up, his face pale, his eyes glassy, his hair disordered.
He looked like the poet Shelley after a big night out with Lord Byron |
| She wrinkles her nose at me as if
I were a drain that had got out of order |
The Aberdeen terrier gave me an unpleasant look and said something
under his breath in Gaelic |
| Her eye swivelling round stopped me like a
bullet. The Wedding Guest, if you remember, had the same
trouble with the Ancient Mariner |
There is a fog sir. If you will recollect, we are
now in Autumn - season of mists and mellow fruitfulness |
| I explain this to Jeeves and he said the same
thing had bothered Hamlet |
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