Jimmy Connors Likes The Ball To Come

I Try To Be Specific. One Thought At A Time. Clear. Articulate. And Above All, Memorable, If You Can Be. You'd Like To Write Phrases That People Can't Forget As Soon As They Read Them.

Like Most People Who Smoked Umpteen Cigarettes A Day, I Tasted Only The First One. The Succeeding Umpteen Minus One Were A Compulsive Ritual Which Had No Greater Savour Than The Fumes Of Burning Money.

People Should Be Stopped From Writing Poetry. There's Far Too Much Of It. And If They're Any Good, They'll Go Ahead Anyways.

The Streets, At Least In This Part Of Town, Seemed Impossibly Clean In Comparison To London. The Public Telephones Were Unvandalised. For A London Telephone Booth To Look Like That It Would Have To Be Guarded Around The Clock By The Sas.

Spending All My Remaining Money On A Ticket To Florence Was Rendered Needlessly Complicated By The Fact That None Of The Ticket-sellers Had Ever Heard Of The Place. At Last Their Supervisor Showed Up And Set Them Straight By Informing Them That The City They Had Always Referred To As 'firenze' Was In Reality Called Florence.