There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.

I told her the world was full of nice people. I'd have hated to try to prove it to her, but I said it, anyway.

I found out long ago that the place where the law is apt to be abused the most is right around a courthouse.

There are thirty-two ways to write a story, and I’ve used every one, but there is only one plot – things are not as they seem.

There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.

I looked at her, with her hair spilled out on the pillows and the warmth of her body warming mine. And I thought, god-dang, if this ain't a heck of a way to be in bed with a pretty woman. The two of you arguing about murder, and threatening each other, when you're supposed to be in love and you could be doing something pretty nice. And then I thought, well, maybe it ain't so strange after all. Maybe it's like this with most people, everyone doing pretty much the same thing except in a different way. And all the time they're holding heaven in their hands.

What smells good in the store may stink in the stewpot.