That's All It Takes, One Drop Of

I Make No Conscious Effort To Be Tough, Or Hard-boiled, Or Grim, Or Any Of The Things I Am Usually Called.

O.k." "gee I'm Glad." "me Too. I'm So Sick Of Hot Dogs And Beer And Apple Pie With Cheese On The Side I Could Heave It All In The River." "you'll Love It, Frank. We'll Get A Place Up In The Mountains, Where It's Cool, And Then, After I Get My Act Ready, We Can Go All Over The World With It. Go As We Please, Do As We Please, And Have Plenty Of Money To Spend. Have You Got A Little Bit Of Gypsy In You?" "gypsy? I Had Rings In My Ears When I Was Born.

You Usually Can Tell When A Writer Is Going Down Hill By The Size Of His Liquor Bill.

A Gun Is Like Breath To A Drowning Man--it Has To Be Drawn In Haste.

The Hand That Holds The Money Cracks The Whip.