The only two kinds of books could earn an American writer a living are cookbooks and detective novels.
MY rule is never to be rude to anyone unless you mean it.
A man may debar nonsense from his library of reason, but not from the arena of his impulses.
To read of a detective's daring finesse or ingenious stratagem is a rare joy.
The brain can be hoodwinked but not the stomach.
Wolfe scowled at her. I could see he was torn with conflicting emotions. A female in his kitchen was an outrage. A woman criticizing his or Fritz's cooking was an insult. But corned beef hash was one of life's toughest problems, never yet solved by anyone.