All language begins with speech, and the speech of common men at that, but when it develops to the point of becoming a literary medium it only looks like speech.

One would think a writer would be happy here — if a writer is ever happy anywhere.

Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.

The streets were dark with something more then night.

She lowered her lashes until they almost cuddled her cheeks and slowly raised them again, like a theatre curtain. I was to get to know that trick. That was supposed to make me roll over on my back with all four paws in the air.

You can't have everything, even in California

I'm an occasional drinker, the kind of guy who goes out for a beer and wakes up in Singapore with a full beard.