Nick: "Don't you think maybe a drink would help you to sleep?" Nora: "No, thanks." Nick: "Maybe it would if I took one.
Talking is something you can't do judiciously unless you keep in practice.
The truth is you don't like the theater except the times when you're in a room by yourself putting the play on paper.
He felt like somebody had taken the lid off life and let him see the works.
The boy spoke two words, the first a short guttural verb, the second “you.
Who shot him? I asked. The grey man scratched the back of his neck and said: Somebody with a gun.