He Looked Rather Pleasantly, Like A Blonde

I Distrust A Man That Says When. If He's Got To Be Careful Not To Drink To Much It's Because He's Not To Be Trusted When He Does.

The Outcome Of Successful Planning Always Looks Like Luck To Saps.

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.

Three Times I Have Been Mistaken For A Prohibition Agent, But Never Had Any Trouble Clearing Myself.

I Haven't Laughed So Much Over Anything Since The Hogs Ate My Kid Brother.