Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.

It was a cold, disapproving gaze, such as a fastidious luncher who was not fond of caterpillars might have directed at one which he had discovered in his porti…

Love has had a lot of press-agenting from the oldest times; but there are higher, nobler things than love.

It was one of those cold, clammy, accusing sort of eyes--the kind that makes you reach up to see if your tie is straight: and he looked at me as I were some so…

There's something about blonds that triggers a lightheartedness. People can't take you seriously. Brunettes are more mysterious.

If a girl has a pierced tongue, she'll probably suck your dick. If a guy has a pierced tongue, he'll probably suck your dick.

Dale Luck looked like your average off the street homeless hippy with long hair and was pretty laid back.