Everything Written With Vitality Expresses That Vitality:

The Agent Never Receipts His Bill, Puts His Hat On And Bows Himself Out. He Stays Around Forever, Not Only For As Long As You Can Write Anything That Anyone Will Buy, But As Long As Anyone Will Buy Any Portion Of Any Right To Anything That You Ever Did Write. He Just Takes Ten Per Cent Of Your Life.

I Knew One Thing: As Soon As Anyone Said You Didn't Need A Gun, You'd Better Take One Along That Worked.

He Was A Guy Who Talked With Commas, Like A Heavy Novel. Over The Phone Anyway.

A Dead Man Is The Best Fall Guy In The World. He Never Talks Back.

It Was A Blonde. A Blonde To Make A Bishop Kick A Hole In A Stained-glass Window.