There are two kinds of truth; the truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The first of these is science, and the second is art. Without art science would be as useless as a pair of high forceps in the hands of a plumber. Without science art would become a crude mess of folklore and emotional quackery.

He snorted and hit me in the solar plexus. I bent over and took hold of the room with both hands and spun it. When I had it nicely spinning I gave it a full swing and hit myself on the back of the head with the floor.

An age which is incapable of poetry is incapable of any kind of literature except the cleverness of a decadence.

He was a guy who talked with commas, like a heavy novel. Over the phone anyway.

I do a great deal of research, especially in the apartments of tall blondes.

Americans will eat anything if it is toasted and held together with a couple of toothpicks and has lettuce sticking out of the sides, preferably a little wilted.

He sounded like a man who had slept well and didn't owe too much money.