Sandwiches, ' she said, 'like diamonds, are forever.

Since when, " he asked, "Are the first line and last line of any poemWhere the poem begins and ends?

Come back here the day before yesterday, you noodle-legged weasel!

I'm in the mood to get faded, so please bring your finest.

Though I've lived in the rural West most of my life, I never once fell in love with a horse. Not once. Neither end.

Angels may be very excellent sort of folk in their way, but we, poor mortals, in our present state, would probably find them precious slow company.

He is a male butterfly without the wings - the same kind of grace of a very young horse, so angular.

The 'Krishi Mantralaya' will now be known as 'Krishi Kalyan Mantralaya'

I am a lover, not a fighter.

I think that 'Hangover II' is as funny as 'The Hangover I,' honest to God, but I think that it's a little bit darker, and the stakes are a little bit higher.

A writer lives, at best, in a state of astonishment. Beneath any feeling he has of the good or evil of the world lies a deeper one of wonder at it all.