If The Cards Are Stacked Against You,

People Cannot Endure Inexplicable Worthlessness

I Am Not Suited To The Role Of Going Around Selling The Life-can-be-beautiful Idea. It Can Be, Indeed. But You Don't Buy The Concept From Your Friendly Door-to-door Lecture Salesman.

A Man With A Credit Card Is In Hock To His Own Image Of Himself.

Way Over Half The Murders Committed In This Country Are By Close Friends Or Relatives Of The Deceased. A Gun Makes A Loud And Satisfying Noise In A Moment Of Passion And Requires No Agility And Very Little Strength. How Many Murders Wouldn't Happen, If They All Had To Use Hammers And Knives?

As I Holed Up In The City Of Angels, I Was Also Aware Of A Comforting Feeling Of Anonymity. In The World's Biggest Third-class City I Could Pass Unnoticed. I Spoke The Language. I Was Familiar With The Currency. I Could Drink The Water. I Could Almost Breathe The Air, Late April Air, Compounded Of Interesting Hydrocarbons.