“Friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.”

“No, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.”

“The thing was, the places of your life, like the clothes you wore and the car you drove and the friends and associates you had, were a product of the way you lived.”

“Like most marriages, ours eventually wore down all the cartilage. We were a hip needing replacement. Bone on bone, grinding, day in and day out. It worked but it was hard.”

“It was to him a very strange and perplexing place, where people wore fine clothes and had hard hearts.”

“She was having a violent reaction against beautiful clothes and the slavery they impose on one, her experience being that the instant one had got them they took one in hand and gave one no peace till they had been everywhere and been seen by everybody. You didn't take your clothes to parties; they took you. It was quite a mistake to think think that a woman, a really well-dressed woman wore out her clothes; it was the clothes that wore out the woman- dragging her about at all hours of the day and night.”