It is a language which is being molded by writers to do delicate things and yet be in the grasp of superficially educated people.

Tall, aren't you? I didn't mean to be.

There was a sad fellow over on a bar stool talking to the bartender, who was polishing a glass and listening with that plastic smile people wear when they are trying not to scream.

It is a language which is being molded by writers to do delicate things and yet be in the grasp of superficially educated people.

It is just possible that the tensions in a novel of murder are the simplest and yet most complete pattern of the tensions on which we live in this generation.

The making of a picture ought surely to be a rather fascinating adventure. It is not; it is an endless contention of tawdry egos, some of them powerful, almost all of them vociferous, and almost none of them capable of anything much more creative than credit-stealing and self-promotion.

You can't tell a doper well under control from a vegetarian book-keeper.