Talking Is Something You Can't Do Judiciously

Nora: "how Do You Feel?" Nick: "terrible. I Must've Gone To Bed Sober.

Who Shot Him? I Asked. The Grey Man Scratched The Back Of His Neck And Said: Somebody With A Gun.

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.

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

What I Try To Do Is Write A Story About A Detective Rather Than A Detective Story. Keeping The Reader Fooled Until The Last, Possible Moment Is A Good Trick And I Usually Try To Play It, But I Can't Attach More Than Secondary Importance To It. The Puzzle Isn't So Interesting To Me As The Behavior Of The Detective Attacking It.