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

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

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

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

Feed the lettuce to the bunny and eat the bunny.

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.

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.