He Was A Secret Agent, And Still

Shaken And Not Stirred.

Everything I Write Has A Precedent In Truth.

It Reads Better Than It Lives

I Have Always Smoked And Drunk And Loved Too Much. In Fact I Have Lived Not Too Long But Too Much. One Day The Iron Crab Will Get Me. Then I Shall Have Died Of Living Too Much.

Never Job Backwards. What Might Have Been Was A Waste Of Time.