The Streets Were Dark With Something More

Would You Convey My Compliments To The Purist Who Reads Your Proofs And Tell Him Or Her That I Write In A Sort Of Broken-down Patois Which Is Something Like The Way A Swiss Waiter Talks, And That When I Split An Infinitive, God Damn It, I Split It So It Will Stay Split, And When I Interrupt The Velvety Smoothness Of My More Or Less Literate Syntax With A Few Sudden Words Of Bar-room Vernacular, That Is Done With The Eyes Wide Open And The Mind Relaxed But Attentive.

Dames Lie About Anything - Just For Practice.

I Do A Great Deal Of Research, Especially In The Apartments Of Tall Blondes.

California, The Department-store State. The Most Of Everything And The Best Of Nothing.

A Nice State Of Affairs When A Man Has To Indulge His Vices By Proxy.