Whenever I have that sad, depressed feeling, I go out and kill a policeman.

She looked away. Her attitude seemed to suggest that she had finished with him, and would be obliged if somebody would come and sweep him up.

Has anybody ever seen a dramatic critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.

There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.

Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.

Well, you certainly are the most wonderfully woolly baa-lamb that ever stepped.

I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don't know what I did before that. Just loafed I suppose.