Crime Is Just Unvarnished Capitalism, After All.

I Always Heard Criticism Is The Tax On Fame. They Were Right. And Then Some.

We Made A Plan At School To Meet In Her Garage And Kiss. It Was Like This Little Business Deal. I Kissed Her And Then I Ran Home

I Quit, And Then I Started Again, And Then I Quit, And Then I Started Again.

I Had A Friend Who Worked At A Hospice, And He Said People In Their Final Moments Don't Discuss Their Successes, Awards Or What Books They Wrote Or What They Accomplished. They Only Talk About Their Loves And Their Regrets, And I Think That's Very Telling.

You Can’t Trap Justice. It’s An Idea, A Belief.