I don't suppose a writing man ever really gets rid of his old crocus-yellow neckties. Sooner or later, I think, they show up in his prose, and there isn't a hell of a lot he can do about it.
Real ugly girls have it tough. I feel so sorry for them sometimes.
I love you to pieces, distraction, etc.
People never think anything is anything really. I'm getting goddam sick of it.
It's really too bad that so much crumby stuff is a lot of fun sometimes.
She was not one for emptying her face of expression.