The problem with putting two and two together is that sometimes you get four, and sometimes you get twenty-two.

He felt like somebody had taken the lid off life and let him see the works.

We didn't exactly believe your story.' Then --?' 'We believed your two hundred dollars.' 'You mean --' She seemed not to know what he meant. 'I mean that you paid us more than if you'd been telling the truth,' he explained blandly, 'and enough more to make it all right.

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

Our lawyers had their chat with the Supreme Court Justice, and promised to repast the chat to other members of the Supreme Court to find out whether they wanted to hear us out.

Nick: "Don't you think maybe a drink would help you to sleep?" Nora: "No, thanks." Nick: "Maybe it would if I took one.

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