I loved her like a rabbit loves a rattlesnake

I loved her like a rabbit loves a rattlesnake

I had killed a man, for money and a woman. I didn't have the money and I didn't have the woman.

If you can't write like New York, you have no business living in New York and making New York the locale of your stories.

A home is not a museum. It doesn't have to be furnished with Picasso paintings, or Sheraton suites, or Oriental rugs, or Chinese pottery. But it does have to be furnished with things that mean something to you.

O.K." "Gee I'm glad." "Me too. I'm so sick of hot dogs and beer and apple pie with cheese on the side I could heave it all in the river." "You'll love it, Frank. We'll get a place up in the mountains, where it's cool, and then, after I get my act ready, we can go all over the world with it. Go as we please, do as we please, and have plenty of money to spend. Have you got a little bit of gypsy in you?" "Gypsy? I had rings in my ears when I was born.

She was a little given to rehearsing things in her mind, and having imaginary triumphs over people who had upset her in one way and another.