Childhood Is A Branch Of Cartography.

Every Messiah Fails, The Moment He Tries To Redeem Himself.

In The Immemorial Style Of Young Men Under Pressure, They Decided To Lie Down For A While And Waste Time.

I Don't Do A Lot Of Foisting, Because When It Comes To Books I Don't Really Like To Be Foisted Upon.

He Looked So Profoundly Disappointed In Me That I Wondered For A Moment If He Was Someone I Knew.

Not Only Would I Never Want To Belong To Any Club That Would Have Me For A Member--if Elected I Would Wear Street Shoes Onto The Squash Court And Set Fire To The Ballroom Curtains.