It is axiomatic among writers that no one ever sues the writer of an unsuccessful book. Just let a book go over twenty-five thousand copies and it is surprising how many people's feelings are hurt, how many screwballs think their brain children have been stolen, and how many people feel that they have been portrayed in a manner calculated to bring infamy upon them.

Babies, babies, babies. Why did God make so many babies? But no, God didn't make them. Stupid people made them.

The liar was the hottest to defend his veracity, the coward his courage, the ill-bred his gentlemanliness, and the cad his honor

Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.

Practically everybody is suing everybody else these days.

Fighting is like champagne. It goes to the heads of cowards as quickly as of heroes. Any fool can be brave on a battlefield when it's be brave or else be killed.

I'm riding you with a slack rein, my pet, but don't forget that I'm riding with curb and spurs just the same.