My unhealthy affection for my second daughter has waned. Now I despise all my seven children equally. - Evelyn Waugh

Literature is the right use of language irrespective of the subject or reason of utterance.

I knew what she meant, and in that moment felt as though I had shaken off some of the dust and grit of ten dry years; then and always, however she spoke to me, in half sentences, single words, stock phrases of contemporary jargon, in scarcely perceptible movements of eyes or lips or hands, however inexpressible her thought, however quick and far it had glanced from the matter in hand, however deep it had plunged, as it often did, straight from the surface to the depths, I knew; even that day when I still stood on the extreme verge of love, I knew what she meant.

Where do you lurk? I shall come down your burrow and ch-chivvy you out like an old st-t-toat.