He looked rather pleasantly, like a blonde satan.

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

Talking is something you can't do judiciously unless you keep in practice.

When you write, you want fame, fortune and personal satisfaction. You want to write what you want to write and feel it's good, and you want this to go on for hundreds of years. You're not likely ever to get all these things, and you're not likely to give up writing and commit suicide if you don't, but that is -- and should be -- your goal. Anything else is kind of piddling.

Listen, darling, tomorrow I'll buy you a whole lot of detective stories, but don't worry your pretty little head over mysteries tonight.

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.

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