A Woman Should Be An Illusion

A Dry Martini,' He Said. 'one. In A Deep Champagne Goblet.' ... Just A Moment. Three Measures Of Gordon's, One Of Vodka, Half A Measure Of Kina Lillet. Shake It Very Well Until It's Ice-cold, Then Add A Large Thin Slice Of Lemon-peel. Got It?

He Could Not Just Wear A Watch. It Had To Be A Rolex.

Everyone Has The Revolver Of Resignation In His Pocket.

I Shall Not Waste My Days In Trying To Prolong Them.

It Reads Better Than It Lives