I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between stars.

I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings.

The moment a man sets his thoughts down on paper, however secretly, he is in a sense writing for publication.

Organized crime is the dirty side of the sharp dollar.

Such is the brutalization of commercial ethics in this country that no one can feel anything more delicate than the velvet touch of a soft buck.

She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight.

She was kind of girl who'd eat all your cashews and leave you with nothing but peanuts and filberts.