For The Masses Who Do The City's

Watch For A Wild Boy Of No Particular Clan, Ready For Anything, Always Armed. Prefers Fighting To Toil, Drink To Fighting, Chasing Women To Booze Or Battle: May Attempt All Three Concurrently.

Never Play Cards With A Man Called Doc. Never Eat At A Place Called Mom's. Never Sleep With A Woman Whose Troubles Are Worse Than Your Own.

The Only Way I Could Finish A Book And Get A Plot Was Just To Keep Making It Longer Until Something Happens.

Yet Once You've Come To Be Part Of This Particular Patch, You'll Never Love Another. Like Loving A Woman With A Broken Nose, You May Well Find Lovelier Lovelies. But Never A Lovely So Real.

...he Said, With Sort Of A Little Derisive Smile, "how Can You Walk Down The Street With All This Stuff Going On Inside You?" I Said, "i Don't Know How You Can Walk Down The Street With Nothing Going On Inside You.