He was white and shaken, like a dry martini.

Everything in life that’s any fun, as somebody wisely observed, is either immoral, illegal or fattening.

He was either a man of about a hundred and fifty who was rather young for his years, or a man of about a hundred and ten who had been aged by trouble.

Slice him where you like, a hellhound is always a hellhound.

One of the drawbacks to life is that it contains moments when one is compelled to tell the truth.

New York is a small place when it comes to the part of it that wakes up just as the rest is going to bed.

...what I feel we ought to do at this juncture is to dash off somewhere where it's quiet and there aren't so many housesdancing the 'Blue Danube' and shove some tea into ourselves. And over the pot and muffins I shall have something veryimportant to say to you.