It probably started in poetry; almost everything does.

“There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa A…”

“Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains. You’re the second guy I’ve me…”

“There are no vital and significant forms of art; there is only art, and preciou…”

“I said: "Dead end - quiet, restful, like your town. I like a town like this." M…”