Barbara A. Edelman.
I write.

In the movie "Reds," a strike-breaking goon at the 1913 Paterson silk strike asks Warren Beatty's character, John Reed, what he's doing there. Reed, a journalist at the time, replies, "I write." The goon responds,"No, boy. You wrong."  I found the goon's clever wordplay appealing. Then he bashes Reed in the face with a blackjack. Clever wordplay gets a goon only so far. 

Some of my favorite words by other writers:

It has not yet been recorded that any human being has gained a very large or permanent contentment from meditation upon the fact that he is better off than others.
        Main Street, by Sinclair Lewis

Sex, Dottie opined, was just a matter of following the man, as in dancing -- Kay was a frightful dancer and always tried to lead. Mother was quite right, she said to herself comfily, as she drifted off the sleep: it was a great mistake to let girls dance together as they did in so many of the boarding schools of the second rank.
        The Group, by Mary McCarthy

The Prothero family, on both sides (Mrs. Prothero was a Schuyler), was dim-witted and vain of it, as a sign of good breeding...
        The Group, by Mary McCarthy

"What story?" said Luke.
"Wanchai whores have kidnapped Big Moo," Jerry said. "Taken him to Stonecutters Island and are holding him for ransom."
        The Honourable Schoolboy, by John Le Carre

What is going on in those secret places in my spirit with which you make so free? What is cooking, Mrs. Stuyvesant Oglander?
        Brideshead Revisited, by Evelyn Waugh