If what he said was the truth, it broke her heart. If what he said was a lie, it was broken anyway.
Why should we subsidize intellectual curiosity?
I cannot be alone in being pretty nauseated by Red Nose Day, or at least its television manifestation. Do I think that wretchedly poor children in Africa should get food and life-saving drugs? Of course. Do I want to be hectored into contributing by celebrities who earn more in a 10-minute slot than many of these families get in a year? Nope.
I think the great thing about grandparents is seeing another home, realising that people you love can have different priorities, different diversions, different opinions and lead quite different lives from the ones you see every day, and that is immensely valuable.
When you visit a foreign city you are in it, but not of it, separated by a glass wall. Once, while a student, I was getting dressed in my ground-floor room when a family of Italians crossed the grass to watch, as if I were laid on for their amusement and instruction.
If you read the 'Daily Mail,' you would imagine that the British middle classes lead lives of unremitting misery.
Most successful American politicians look well-fed on endorsements, campaign contributions and chicken dinners.
Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
I'm not a white nationalist.
When you are modelling, you are creating a picture, a still life, perhaps something like a silent film. You convey emotion but you are only using your body.
What makes people laugh?. . . It's a happy marriage between a person who needs to laugh and someone who's got one to give.