And though we were sick of it and about it, we were greedy for it. We felt privileged there in our protected world, and we felt guilty, and this was our punishment.
- BLOOMABILITY BY SHARON CREECH: CHAPTER DISASTER, PG 148
You won't get Seppings away from a dance till you throw him out. I know him. The jazz'll get to his head, and he'll stand clapping and demanding encores till his hands blister. Damn all dancing butlers!
- AUNT DAHLIA, RIGHT HO, JEEVES BY PG WODEHOUSE, PG 216