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

You go into the office and take a book or two from the shelves. You read a few lines, like your life depended on reading 'em right. But you know your life doesn't depend on anything that makes sense, and you wonder where in the hell you got the idea it did; and you begin to get sore.

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 kissed her, a long hard kiss. Because baby didn't know it, but baby was dead, and in a way I couldn't have loved her more.

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

You've got forever; and somehow you can't do much with it. You've got forever; and it's a mile wide and an inch deep and full of alligators.

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.