Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother?

It was an eight-harlot inn, if that's how you measure an inn. (I understand that now they measure inns in stars. We are in a four-star inn right now. I don't know what the conversion from harlots to stars is.)

Abby: I could be a slave to your darkest desires. I can do things. Anything you want. Tommy: Well, that's terrific, because we have a lot of laundry piled up and the apartment is a wreck. Abby: Anything you desire, my lord. I can do laundry, clean, bring you small creatures to quench your thirst until I am worthy.

He invented Kung Fu when translated to English means method by which short, bald guys can kick the bejeezus out of you.

He was a writer and words were his weapons.

...she is too beautiful, I think, to not be inherently evil.

You were supposed to empathize with your friend's problem, but they were, after all, your friend's problems.