A lot of fancier yarns come from people trying to tell the truth. It’s not easy once you’re out of the habit.

She grinned at me. 'You got types?' 'Only you darling - lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.

You're drunk, and I'm drunk, and I'm just exactly drunk enough to tell you anything you want to know. That's the kind of girl I am. If I like a person, I'll tell them anything they want to know. Just ask me. Go ahead, ask me.

Who shot him? I asked. The grey man scratched the back of his neck and said: Somebody with a gun.

I haven't laughed so much over anything since the hogs ate my kid brother.

I distrust a man that says when. If he's got to be careful not to drink to much it's because he's not to be trusted when he does.

The face she made at me was probably meant for a smile. Whatever it was, it beat me. I was afraid she'd do it again, so I surrendered