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I am not going fur to tell you my life, like a song or story-book. but to give it you short and handy. I'll put it at once into a mouthful of English. I jail and out of jail, in jail and out of jail, in jail and out of jail. There, you've got it.

I am heavily in debt--very heavily for me, who have now no expectations--and I have been bred to no calling, and I am fit for nothing.

They both had weak eyes, which I had long attributed to their chronically looking in at keyholes, and they were always at hand when not wanted; indeed that was their only reliable quality besides larceny.

On Mr. Wemmick's arm round Miss Skiffins's waist...

One of the funniest incidents.

He cross-examined his very wine when he had nothing else in hand. He held it between himself and the candle. tasted the port, rolled it in his mouth, swallow it, looked at his glass again, smelt the port, tried it, drank it, filled again, and cross-examined the glass again, until I was as nervous as if I had known the wine to be telling him something to my disadvantage.

Narrator explaining his narrative choices:

I mention this in this place, of a fixed purpose, because it is the clue by which I am to be followed into my poor labyrinth...

Throughout life, our worst weaknesses and meannesses are usually committed for the sake of the people whom we most despise.

I had been to see Macbeth at the theatre, a night or two before, and that her face looked to me as if it were all disturbed by fiery air, like the faces I had seen is out of the Witches' caldron.

So succesful a watch and ward had been established over the young lady by this judicious parent, hat she had grown up highly ornamental, but perfectly helpless and useless.

It appeared to me that the eggs from which found Insurers were hatched, were incubated in dust and heat, like the eggs of ostriches, judging from the places to which those incipient giants repaired on a Monday morning.