An author’s brain is indeed a store-house of mixed impressions: a strange asylum for me to have escaped from.
Grant
(Starting toward door)
Possibly the police may be able to lead you safely home.
Tom
I am at home with you.
Grant
Don’t get excited. Keep perfectly cool.
Tom
I am cool because my intention is. (Grant gives him a look as Tom goes over to the machine and glances at the heading of the article.) “How I Make My Characters Live!” You certainly do—some of us.