When Augustus came out on the porch the blue pigs were eating a rattlesnake-not a very big one.

There seem to be no way he could stop anything that was happening, although it all felt wrong.

Most heartfelt, I thank my typewriter. My typewriter is a Hermes 3000, surely one of the noblest instruments of European genius.

His purpose was to get done what needed to be done, and what needed to be done was simple, if not easy.

At times he felt that he had almost rather not be in love with her, for it brought him no peace. What was the use of it, if it was only going to be painful?

Of all the women he knew, she had meant the most; and was the one person in his life he felt he had missed, in some ways.