Men and women walked casually about as they did on the main floor, every now and then stopping one another, exchanging pleasantries or scraps of relevantly irrelevant information. Gossip.

There'll come a moment when you think you can make it, and you'll try.

You know, Mr. Webb, you have two commands you use with irritating frequency. 'Move' and 'Let's go.

How gratifying to be there when arrogance collapses. How much more so to be the instrument. (Alfred Gillette)

Perhaps conscience did not always produce cowards. Sometimes it made a man feel better about himself.

Hate and love are essentially the same in that the person who loves is as easily manipulated as a person who hates

Visions of one powerful scene after another parade across his inner screen, each exploding with drama and meaning