There's a perception that British pies suffer from mediocrity, and historically they have. We're trying to re-educate people about what pie is.
The only cure for loss of illusions is fresh illusions, more illusions, and always illusions.
I can tell you how to get what you want: You've just got to keep a thing in view and go for it and never let your eyes wander to right or left or up or down. And looking back is fatal.
Women are cats. . . and love to scratch even those they're fond of. Sometimes the more they love them the harder they scratch.
What is a logical mind?. . . It is the antiseptic which destroys the bacilli of unreason whereby true happiness is vivified.
In France the men all live in cafes, the children are all put out to nurse, and the women, saving the respect of mademoiselle -- well, the less said about them the better.
Women are women and can't help themselves.
Traveling makes you realize what an immeasurably nice place much of America could be if only people possessed the same instinct for preservation as they do in Europe.
Poetry in love is no more to be avoided than jealousy.
It's a strange feeling, being so utterly surrounded by her. Her life scent is on everything. She's on me and under me and next to me. It's as if the entire room is made out of her.
I've always liked the minds of criminals, they seem similar to artists.