I make no conscious effort to be tough, or hard-boiled, or grim, or any of the things I am usually called.
You usually can tell when a writer is going down hill by the size of his liquor bill.
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.
That's all it takes, one drop of fear to curdle love into hate.
Love, when you get fear in it, it's not love any more. It's hate.
The hand that holds the money cracks the whip.