With What Dope I Got I Think

Talking Is Something You Can't Do Judiciously Unless You Keep In Practice.

A Lot Of Fancier Yarns Come From People Trying To Tell The Truth. It’s Not Easy Once You’re Out Of The Habit.

It's Awfully Easy To Be In Love In Jail

My Way Of Learning Is To Heave A Wild And Unpredictable Monkey-wrench Into The Machinery.

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.