If you overexpect from a tool, you are likely to forget the part that you have to play to make it work.

You make it as far as the last step on the attic ladder then pull short, the air cold in your lungs, the blood still in your heart.

Every one has heard of the language of flowers, in which lack-a-daisical young ladies might talk sweet stuff by the flowerpot-ful for hours together;

Lee Katz, who wrote The Return of Dr. X and nearly a dozen other B movies at Warner Bros. in the late thirties, feels “particularly guilty” about that movie. “Jack Warner was p.o.’ed at Bogie for something or other,” says Katz, “and he forced him to take this role as the mad doctor. And Bogart did it with as good grace as he could have done.”