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weaving his verbal wreaths, in prose and verse, of marvellous poison ivy.

FBI slaughter of the innocents at Waco was a model Jacobin enterprise.

with Lincoln and speak openly of the dangers of a presidency that

gave Mr. Davis belladonna to stop the pain—

Weil der Pöbel noch sein Gefühlt hat, das bei Vornehmern durch tausend unnatürliche Vorstellungen verderbt und geschwächt wird.

For even in the misty light, the goldfish man could see her smiling a secret smile up to the sky to where the mountain meets the moon.

I never knew a man who had better motives for all the trouble he caused.

God save us always,' I said 'from the innocent and the good.

In the taxi I let my hand lie on her leg like a promise, but I had no intention of keeping my promise.

With a novel, which takes perhaps years to write, the author is not the same man he was at the end of the book as he was at the beginning. It is not only that his characters have developed--he has developed with them, and this nearly always gives a sense of roughness to the work: a novel can seldom have the sense of perfection which you find in Chekhov's story, The Lady with the Dog.

If one knew, he wondered, the facts, would one have to pity even the planets? If one reached what they called the heart of the matter?

Me? You are laughing at me. Put your hand here. This has no theology.' I mocked myself while I made love. I flung myself into pleasure like a suicide on to a pavement.

Switzerland is only bearable covered with snow, Aunt Augusta said, like some people are only bearable under a sheet.

I'm just a bad writer who drinks too much and falls in love with girls

I couldn't resist the temptation to tease Pyle - it is, after all, the weapon of weakness and I was weak.

A ruling passion gives to a shelf of novels the unity of a system.

I have to think of all the possibilities, doctor. Even a crime of passion is possible.' 'Passion?' the doctor smiled. 'I am an Englishman.

I wrote at the start that this was a record of hate,...

My fellow journalists called themselves correspondents; I preferred the title of reporter. I wrote what I saw. I took no action-even an opinion is a kind of action.

There are men whom one has an irresistible desire to tease: men whose virtues one doesn't share.

You said just now that irony was a valuable literary quality. But you aren't a novel, she said.

Our interests were different, of course - tatting and dahlias have nothing in common, unless perhaps they are both interests of rather lonely people.

I was a correspondent: I thought in headlines.

There are no coroners in Paraguay.