I first heard Personville called Poisonville by a red-haired mucker named Hickey Dewey in the Big Ship in Butte. He also called his shirt a shoit.

Strictly speaking, there are no real substitutes for sexual satisfaction

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

Three times I have been mistaken for a prohibition agent, but never had any trouble clearing myself.

My way of learning is to heave a wild and unpredictable monkey-wrench into the machinery.

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

It's awfully easy to be in love in jail