America Is A Hurricane, And The Only

Three Miles Long And Two Streets Wide, The Town Curls Around The Bay ... A Gaudy Run With Mediterranean Splashes Of Color, Crowded Steep-pitched Roofs, Fishing Piers And Fishing Boats Whose Stench Of Mackerel And Gasoline Is As Aphrodisiac To The Sensuous Nose As The Clean Bar-whisky Smell Of A Nightclub Where Call Girls Congregate.

Writing Can Wreck Your Body. You Sit There On The Chair Hour After Hour And Sweat Your Guts Out To Get A Few Words.

There Is A No Man's Land Between Sex And Love, And It Alters In The Night.

...the Indispensable Requirement For A Good Newspaperman - As Eager To Tell A Lie As The Truth.

I Do Believe That America's Deepest Political Sickness Is That It Is A Self-righteous Nation.