The moment a man begins to talk about technique that's proof that he is fresh out of ideas.

When I split an infinitive, God damn it, I split it so it stays split.

Down these mean streets a man must go who is neither tarnished nor afraid

He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.

Some are able and humane men and some are low-grade individuals with the morals of a goat, the artistic integrity of a slot machine, and the manners of a floorwalker with delusions of grandeur.

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

There are two kinds of truth; The truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The fist of these is science and the second is art.

It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in.

The challenge of screenwriting is to say much in little and then take half of that little out and still preserve an effect of leisure and natural movement

At least half the mystery novels published violate the law that the solution, once revealed, must seem to be inevitable.

Chess is as elaborate a waste of human intelligence as you can find outside an advertising agency.

Bandar had effortlessly converted Ratiram’s grit into the smoke rings that he blew triumphantly in the air.

To exist is to stand out, away from the background, " The Preacher said. "You aren't thinking or really existing unless you're willing to risk even your own sanity in the judgment of your existence.

I love talking the way Trappists love silence.

For of all sad words of tongue or pen The saddest are these: "It might have been!"

The books all say that barracuda rarely eat people, but very few barracuda can read.

Why would I want anything that's private to become entertainment for other people?

Love requires that we overcome the traditional and self-defeating fears that place distance between ourselves and others.

I'm not obsessed by how I look or with being reed thin, but I do think that as a woman in my 50s, I have 40 years ahead. Looking after yourself goes hand in hand with looking good.

Running is a kind of truth serum. It brutally strips away everything you put on and leaves you with only yourself.

Modesty once lost, never returns into favour.