Feed The Lettuce To The Bunny And

You Got To Look On The Bright Side, Even If There Ain't One.

Samuel Spade's Jaw Was Long And Bony, His Chin A Jutting V Under The More Flexible V Of His Mouth. His Nostrils Curved Back To Make Another, Smaller, V. His Yellow-grey Eyes Were Horizontal. The V Motif Was Picked Up Again By Thickish Brows Rising Outward From Twin Creases Above A Hooked Nose, And His Pale Brown Hair Grew Down--from High Flat Temples--in A Point On His Forehead. He Looked Rather Pleasantly Like A Blond Satan.

I Once Knew A Man Who Stole A Ferris Wheel.

I've Been As Bad An Influence On American Literature As Anyone I Can Think Of.

The Face She Made At Me Was Probably Meant For A Smile. Whatever It Was, It Beat Me. I Was Afraid She'd Do It Again, So I Surrendered