Darryl wasn't in good shape -- he was white-faced and panting.
Worrying about them always struck me as about as useful as worrying about getting hit by lightning.
Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue.
Cheerfulness, it would appear, is a matter which depends fully as much on the state of things within, as on the state of things without and around us.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
We were in the open concourse where the turnstiles were. It was hardly any better here -- the enclosed space sent the voices around us echoing back in a roar that made my head ring, and the smell and feeling of all those bodies made me feel a claustrophobia I'd never known I was prone to.
I never met anybody who said when they were a kid, "I wanna grow up and be a critic."