Which just goes to show, I guess, that dinner parties are like everything else - not as fragile as we think they are.

The thing I hate about an argument is that it always interrupts a discussion.

In short, we derive support for our preferred conclusions by listening to the words that we put in the mouths of people who have already been preselected for their willingness to say what we want to hear.

It ain’t whatcha write, it’s the way atcha write it.

The humorous story is American, the comic story is English, the witty story is French.

She charmed and sparkled and said witty things, but she knew very well she was being charming and sparkling and witty while she was doing it, which somehow felt wrong.