I like women. I really like women.

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

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

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

He looked rather pleasantly, like a blonde satan.

I haven't any sort of plans for the future but I reckon things will work out in some manner.

I found I was repeating myself. It is the beginning of the end when you discover you have style.