As honest as you can expect a man to be in a world where its going out of style.
Mostly I just kill time,” he said, “and it dies hard.
I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings.
She was thinking. i could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother for her.
Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains. You’re the second guy I’ve met within hours who seems to think a gat in the hand means a world by the tail.
It’s so hard for women – even nice women – to realize that their bodies are not irresistible.
He turned and walked across the floor and out. I watched the door close. I listened to his steps going away down the imitation marble corridor. After a while they got faint, then they got silent. I kept on listening anyway.
Hair like steel wool grew far back on his head and gave him a domed brown forehead that might at careless glance seemed a dwelling place for brains.
She’d make for a jazzy week-end, but she’d be wearing for a steady diet.
It’s a swell theory,” I said. “Marriott socked me, took the money, then he got sorry and beat his brains out, after first burying the money under a bush.