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

...What disturbed him was the discovery that in sensibly ordering his affairs he had got out of step, and not into step, with Life.

You don't pay a prostitute for sex, you pay her to leave afterwards.

I deserve all the love you can spare me. And I want a lot more than I deserve.

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

He looked rather pleasantly, like a blonde satan.

Listen, Dundy, it's been a long time since I burst into tears because a policeman didn't like me.