. . . a tale of too many cooks in the defence.
My sister wanted a cat for a pet. . . I wanted a dog, so they bought a cat and taught it to bark.
After I told my wife that black underwear turned me on, she didn't wash my Y-fronts for a month.
She's a classy girl though, at least all her tattoos are spelt right.
The boat was so old; it must have been launched when Long John Silver had two legs and an egg on his shoulder.
So there I was lying in the gutter. A man stopped and asked '"What's the matter? Did you fall over?" So I said "No. I've a bar of toffee in my back pocket and I was just trying to break it. "
My parents never understood me; they were Japanese.
If we do everything right, if we do it with absolute certainty, there's still a 30% chance we're going to get it wrong.
It's difficult to tell the truth about how a book begins. The truth, as far as it can be presented to other people, is either wholly banal or too intimate.
I sometimes think there is nothing so delightful as drawing.
When I recollect the treasure of friendship that has been bestowed upon me I withdraw all charges against life. If much has been denied me, much, very much has been given. So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart I shall say that life is good.