I'm rich. Who the hell wants to be happy?
I suppose you do this to all the clients, she said softly.
I stopped thinking. Lights moved behind my closed lids. I was lost in space. I was a gilt-edged sap come back from a vain adventure. I was a hundred dollar package of dynamite that went off with a noi...
I smelled of gin. Not just casually, as if I had taken four or five drinks of a winter morning to get out of bed on, but as if the Pacific Ocean was pure gin and I had nosedived off the boat deck. The...
I merely say that all reading for pleasure is escape, whether it be Greek, mathematics, astronomy, Benedetto Croce, or The Diary of the Forgotten Man. To say otherwise is to be an intellectual snob, a...
How can such a hard man be so gentle? she asked wonderingly.If I wasn't hard, I wouldn't be alive. If I couldn't ever be gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be alive.
Her eyes were wide-set and there was thinking room between them. Their color was lapis-lazuli blue and the color of her hair was dusky red, like a fire under control but still dangerous. She was too t...
He would be like that for the rest of his life and that is what his life was. You would never know how he got that way because even if he told you it would not be the truth. At the very best a distort...
He sounded like a man who had slept well and didn't owe too much money.
He said: Go —— yourself.
Dames lie about anything - just for practice.
After a moment I pushed my chair back and went over to the french windows. I opened the screens and stepped out on to the porch. The night was all around, soft and quiet. The white moonlight was cold...
A slice of spumoni wouldn't have melted on her now.
A man who indulges in parenthood for the first time at the age of fifty-four deserves all he gets.
A man who drinks too much on occasion is still the same man as he was sober. An alcoholic, a real alcoholic, is not the same man at all. You can't predict anything about him for sure except that he wi...
At least half the mystery novels published violate the law that the solution once revealed must seem to be inevitable.
You have to hold your teeth clamped around Hollywood to keep from chewing on stray blondes.
The same broken promise of a life of ease. I
The colour of her hair was dusky red, like a fire under control but still dangerous.
Seventy-two moves to a draw, a prize specimen of the irresistible force meeting the immovable object, a battle without armor, a war without blood, and as elaborate a waste of human intelligence as you...