There is no reciprocity. Men love women, women love children, children love hamsters.
There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children love hamsters. Hamsters don't love anyone; it is quite hopeless".
Men love women, women love children; children love hamsters– it's quite hopeless.
Adolescence is usually typified by an unanswerable combination of innocence and insolence.
The snag in being married to a person who knows more or less everything is that one gets hopelessly lazy. ... I never look things up in books because all I need to do is ask him, and when he gives me the answers I don't properly commit them to memory because I know if I forget all I have to do is to ask him again. It is rather like keeping one's brain in a suitcase.
. . to cook well and with imagination you have to be in a cheerful and contented frame of mind, and thus inclined to be generous.
I have never had much trouble simultaneously entertaining diametrically opposed propositions, and welcome the possibility that this is not because I have one mind and am out of it, but because I have lots of them, all beavering away on their own.
I like money. That is, it is my preferred means of completing pecuniary transactions. I'm not particularly keen on handing over wads of currency of the realm, but at least one knows where one is, whereas the chequebook is a snare and a delusion, containing misleading numbers of blank cheques when none of the money that the bank contains is rightfully one's own. ... I think banks owe their customers a lot by way of compensation for the aggravation they cause them.
Evil and laughter cannot co-exist.
Well, I think adultery is a filthy habit,' said Rose, 'like using someone else's toothbrush.
There is no relationship. Women, like men, women, children, babies hamsters. This is the Google Translate of the quote in Persian, above.
This perhaps is what is meant by hiraeth: a lifelong yearning for what is gona and out of reach.
When a person implores you to be reasonable what he means is that you should speed round forthwith to his point of view.
Those who live on vanity must, not unreasonably, expect to die of mortification.
Claudia's the sort of girl who goes through life holding onto the sides.
