Catholics Don't Scream About Jesus, They Scream

Gonna Rain Like A Cow Pissin' On A Flat Rock" [drugstore Clerk To Detective Virgil Flowers] Dark Of The Moon, P.7

Catholics Don't Scream About Jesus, They Scream About The Bishop.

Well, I Am Becoming Doddering And Old But I Have - I'm Writing Two Books A Year Now. It's Like 220,000 Words Or Something Like Finished, And, Honest To God, I Can't Do That. I Really Do Need The Help Of, You Know, Other People Working With Me.

Women Had Been On The Verge Of Taking Over The World-the Western World, Anyway. Then Some Sexist Pig In Silicon Valley Invented The Cell Phone And Women Took A Sidetrack On Which All Four Billion Of Them Would Soon Be Happily Talking To Each Other Twenty-four Hours A Day, Getting Nothing Else Done, And Men Would Be Back.

You Have The Feeling That If You Get A Pulitzer, You're Somehow Set For Life.