Would you convey my compliments to the purist who reads your proofs and tell him or her that I write in a sort of broken-down patois which is something like the way a Swiss waiter talks, and that when I split an infinitive, God damn it, I split it so it will stay split, and when I interrupt the velvety smoothness of my more or less literate syntax with a few sudden words of bar-room vernacular, that is done with the eyes wide open and the mind relaxed but attentive.
Raymond ChandlerThe French have a phrase for it. The bastards have a phrase for everything and they are always right. To say goodbye is to die a little.
Raymond ChandlerThe moment a man sets his thoughts down on paper, however secretly, he is in a sense writing for publication.
Raymond Chandler