Booze And Tobacco And Lots Of Sex.

To Say I Drank My Way Into Marriage Isn't Much Of An Exaggeration, And It's None At All To Say I Drank My Way Out Of It.

The Short Story, I Should Point Out, Is Perforce A Labor Of Love In Today's Literary World; There's Precious Little Economic Incentive To Write One.

Something I Learned Long Ago. It Is Not Necessary To Know What A Person Is Afraid Of. It Is Enough To Know The Person Is Afraid.

Asking Me Why I Did Or Didn't Do Anything Is Generally Pointless. How Do I Know? And Asking Me What I'll Do In The Future Is Even Less Rewarding.

I Wouldn't Presume To Define Noir - If We Could Define It, We Wouldn't Need To Use A French Word For It - But It Seems To Me It's More A Way Of Looking At The World Than What One Sees.