It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.
I should think it extremely improbable that anyone ever wrote for money. Naturally, when he has written something, he wants to get as much for it as he can, but that is a very different thing from writing for money.
Work, the what's-its-name of the thingummy and the thing-um-a-bob of the what d'you-call-it.
I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don't know what I did before that. Just loafed I suppose.
Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.
To find a man's true character, play golf with him.
He groaned slightly and winced like Prometheus watching his vulture dropping in for lunch.
Routine is the death to heroism.
The ideas of debtor and creditor as to what constitutes a good time never coincide.
Her pupils were at once her salvation and her despair. They gave her the means of supporting life, but they made life hardly worth supporting.
-'What do ties matter, Jeeves, at a time like this?' There is no time, sir, at which ties do not matter
He was white and shaken, like a dry martini.
I was in rare fettle and the heart had touched a new high. I don't know anything that braces one up like finding you haven't got to get married after all.
When a girl uses six derogatory adjectives in her attempt to paint the portrait of the loved one, it means something. One may indicate a merely temporary tiff. Six is big stuff.
I believe the only way a writer can keep himself up to the mark is by examining each story quite coldly before he starts writing it and asking himself if it is all right as a story. I mean, once you go saying to yourself, 'This is a pretty weak plot as it stands, but I'm such a hell of a writer that my magic touch will make it okay,' you're sunk. If they aren't in interesting situations, characters can't be major characters, not even if you have the rest of the troop talk their heads off about them.
She's one of those soppy girls, riddled from head to foot with whimsy. She holds the view that the stars are God's daisy chain, that rabbits are gnomes in attendance on the Fairy Queen, and that every time a fairy blows its wee nose a baby is born, which, as we know, is not the case. She's a drooper.
The only thing that prevented a father's love from faltering was the fact that there was in his possession a photograph of himself at the same early age, in which he, too, looked like a homicidal fried egg.
When you have been just told that the girl you love is definitely betrothed to another, you begin to understand how Anarchists must feel when the bomb goes off too soon.
Just another proof, of course, of what I often say - it takes all sorts to make a world.
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 little bit added to what you've already got gives you a little bit more.
You know how it is with some girls. They seem to take the stuffing right out of you. I mean to say, there is something about their personality that paralyses the vocal cords and reduces the contents of the brain to cauliflower.
If he had a mind, there was something on it.
There are three things in the world that he held in the smallest esteem - slugs, poets and caddies with hiccups.
I don't want to seem always to be criticizing your methods of voice production, Jeeves, I said, but I must inform you that that 'Well, sir' of yours is in many respects fully as unpleasant as your 'Indeed, sir?
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