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Why do women kill? she whispered. It must be because of a boyfriend or a father or a husband. She can’t possibly have gotten that way on her own.

Minnene er blitt mer virkelig enn virkeligheten.

Gi slaven et glimt av frihet, og han styrter keiserriker og kongedømmer

Det var slik mennesker tenker. Det var slik de var. De fryktet og hatet alt som var annerledes

La menneskenes tid glemmes. La fremtiden lese om dem på platene, og lære dem å kjenne som de virkelig var

Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon;
One said he’d stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Indian boys going in for law,
One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Indian boys walking in the Zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun;
On got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Indian boy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself and then there were none.

Women are wonderful realists.

Savnet vil ikke slippe meg, det er en sykdom dypt inni brystet

Kunne de bare sett inn i det speilet som er fortiden. Men menneskene så alltid fremover, aldri tilbake.

That man is as guilty as a pregnant nun.

She, who stood just a hair over five feet tall and wasn’t too experienced in the fine arts of hygiene, make-up and fashion, was the most stunning creature God had created.

Det at noe ikke varer evig, betyr ikke at det ikke betydde noe mens det varte.

Jeg svetter aftershave.

Skulle ønske hun var penere. Skulle ønske hun var kulere. Skulle ønske jeg ikke syntes hun var så pen og kul.

Forbryteren var i de fleste tilfeller til forveksling lik den vanlige mann og kvinne.

Alle i strøket kjente til han, men ingen kjente han, hvis du skjønner...

Hun kjente seg plutselig malplassert blant disse eldre menneskene med livet bak seg som flokket seg rundt langbordet uten tanker for annet enn å få stappet mest mulig i munnen.

We put to sea in a mushroom.

Decidedly, thought I, the devil has many uses, and if he did not exist we would have to invent him to give people some way of explaining the inexplicable.

When have an Englishman ever been put off by a drop of rain?