I like to have a martini/Two at the very most.

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

Somewhere, there, is an analogy, in a small way, if you have the patience for it. But I guess it isn't a very good anecdote. I'm better at animal stories.

And where does she find them?

I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it's so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.

[On Dashiell Hammett:] ... he is so hard-boiled you could roll him on the White House lawn.

It costs me never a stab nor squirm / To tread by chance upon a worm. / Aha, my little dear, / I say, Your clan will pay me back one day.