My Aunt Minnie would always be punctual and never hold up production, but who would pay to see my Aunt Minnie?

It was a hot afternoon and I can still remember the smell of honeysuckle all along the street. How can I have known that murder can sometimes smell like honeysuckle?

The more subtle and elegant you are in hiding your plot points, the better you are as a writer.

If you have a problem with the third act, the real problem is in the first act.

Well, nobody's perfect.

Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else's.

I'm not happy. I'm not happy at all.