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

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

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

I've been as bad an influence on American literature as anyone I can think of.

A lot of fancier yarns come from people trying to tell the truth. It’s not easy once you’re out of the habit.

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.

You're drunk, and I'm drunk, and I'm just exactly drunk enough to tell you anything you want to know. That's the kind of girl I am. If I like a person, I'll tell them anything they want to know. Just ask me. Go ahead, ask me.