As Honest As You Could

Dashiell Hammett Took Murder Out Of Thevenetian Vase And Dropped It Into The Alley.

It Is A Language Which Is Being Molded By Writers To Do Delicate Things And Yet Be In The Grasp Of Superficially Educated People.

One Would Think A Writer Would Be Happy Here — If A Writer Is Ever Happy Anywhere.

The Plants Filled The Place, A Forest Of Them, With Nasty Meaty Leaves And Stalks Like The Newly Washed Fingers Of Dead Men.

I've Found That There Are Only Two Kinds That Are Any Good: Slang That Has Established Itself In The Language, And Slang That You Make Up Yourself. Everything Else Is Apt To Be Passe Before It Gets Into Print.