Pretty,” he said. “The wine?” “You.” I was wearing a white T-shirt and striped pajama bottoms with a drawstring waist. My feet were bare and my hair was down and disorderly. “This would be perfect if we were in my apartment and not yours, and you were spending the night,” he said.

A politician divides mankind into two classes: tools and enemies.

I don&#39;t want to know movie directors. I don&#39;t want to be close to them. I don&#39;t want to interfere with their work. I don&#39;t want them to interfere with mine.

Written By Patricia Highsmith

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