I Don T Mind A Reasonable Amount

I Couldn't Be Fonder Of You If You Were My Own Son. But, Well, If You Lose A Son, Its Possible To Get Another. There's Only One Maltese Falcon.

The Face She Made At Me Was Probably Meant For A Smile. Whatever It Was, It Beat Me. I Was Afraid She'd Do It Again, So I Surrendered

When You Write, You Want Fame, Fortune And Personal Satisfaction. You Want To Write What You Want To Write And Feel It's Good, And You Want This To Go On For Hundreds Of Years. You're Not Likely Ever To Get All These Things, And You're Not Likely To Give Up Writing And Commit Suicide If You Don't, But That Is -- And Should Be -- Your Goal. Anything Else Is Kind Of Piddling.

The Roof Might Fall In; Anything Could Happen.

Yes,' Spade Growled. 'and When You're Slapped You'll Take It And Like It.' He Released Cairo's Wrist And With A Thick Open Hand Struck The Side Of His Face Three Times Savagely.