"It was one of those glorious days in March when the air was so fresh that you worshipped every whiff of it; that each breath of the intoxicating stuff created such new universes in your lungs and brain you were certain you were about to explode with sheer joy."
"Whenever I'm a little blue I think about cyanide, whose color so perfectly reflects my mood."
"Why didn't nature provide us with a headlamp in the middle of our foreheads, something like the glowworm, but with our lights on the opposite end? And more powerful, of course- it would have been a matter of simple phosphorescent chemistry."
"I believe Daffy referred to such an extravagant outpouring of praise as an encomium and I realized that I had not been given an encomium for a very long while."
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