I'm not a writer with a drinking problem, I'm a drinker with a writing problem.
The plot is so tired that even this reviewer, who in infancy was let drop by a nurse with the result that she has ever since been mystified by amateur coin tricks, was able to guess the identity of the murderer from the middle of the book.
When you have to apologize, it is well, I suppose, to get the thing over quickly.
I hate almost all rich people, but I think Iād be darling at it.
And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned.
Hollywood is the one place on earth where you could die of encouragement.