Americans will eat anything if it is toasted and held together with a couple of toothpicks and has lettuce sticking out of the sides, preferably a little wilted.
Woe, woe, woe... in a little while we shall all be dead. Therefore let us behave as though we were dead already.
There are no vital and significant forms of art; there is only art, and precious little of that.
As it is she will probably turn out to be one of these acid-faced virgins that sit behind little desks in public libraries and stamp dates in books.
The French have a phrase for it. The bastards have a phrase for everything and they are always right. To say goodbye is to die a little.
To say goodbye is to die a little.