It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.

The coffee shop smell was strong enough to build a garage on.

She had eyes like strange sins.

Dames lie about anything - just for practice.

There are no vital and significant forms of art; there is only art, and precious little of that.

We have the whitest kitchens and the most shining bathrooms in the world. But in the lovely white kitchen the average [person] can’t produce a meal fit to eat, and the lovely shining bathroom is mostly a receptacle for deodorants, laxatives, sleeping pills, and the products of that confidence racket called the cosmetic industry. We make the finest packages in the world, Mr Marlowe. The stuff inside is mostly junk." —

All reading for pleasure is entertainment.