[b]P.G. Wodehouse
I suppose half the time Shakespeare just shoved down anything that came into his head.[/b]
You know, like the rest of us. Only better.
It’s a funny thing about looking for things. If you hunt for a needle in a haystack you don’t find it. If you don’t give a darn whether you ever see the needle or not it runs into you the first time you lean against the stack.
In other words, funny as in not funny at all.
Always get to the dialogue as soon as possible. I always feel the thing to go for is speed. Nothing puts the reader off more than a big slab of prose at the start.
Let’s make that the rule here too.
You can’t be a successful Dictator and design women’s underclothing.
Let alone wear them.
I mean, if you’re asking a fellow to come out of a room so that you can dismember him with a carving knife, it’s absurd to tack a ‘sir’ on to every sentence. The two things don’t go together.
Unless, of course, you’re just being ironic.
…it has been well said that it is precisely these moments when we are feeling that ours is the world and everything that’s in it that Fate selects for sneaking up on us with the rock in the stocking.
Unless perhaps it’s God.