Excuse my dust

Excuse me, everybody, I have to go to the bathroom. I really have to telephone, but I'm too embarrassed to say so.

You find me at work; excuse the dust on my blouse. I sculpt my marble myself.

This novel is not to be tossed lightly aside, but to be hurled with great force.

He has a capacity for enjoyment so vast that he gives away great chunks to those about him, and never even misses them. . . . He can take you to a bicycle race and make it raise your hair.

Q: What's the difference between an enzyme and a hormone?

A: You can't hear an enzyme.