I Just Go To Lunch. And I

This Is A Fallen World. People Lie, The Truth Gets Distorted, And That's The Way It Is. What's For Dinner ?

Oh, So Seldom Does Fate Cast Our Enemy Into Our Hands, To Do With As We Will

I Know You Shouldn't Spit In Your Own Soup But I Think Most Crime Writing Is Like Tv And Doesn't Make Enormous Demands On One's Intellect.

I Find The Idea Of Vigilante Justice Very Attractive. I Like The Idea That The Murderer Decides That This Person Has Gone Too Far, And Nothing Will Happen To Him Unless She Does Something To Stop Him.

And Off In The Far Distance, The Gold On The Wings Of The Angel Atop The Bell Tower Of San Marco Flashed In The Sun, Bathing The Entire City In Its Glistening Benediction.