It's Always Sad If Anybody You Know

For Men, As They Get Bogged Down With Responsibilities, Commitments, Bureaucracy, It Is A Fantasy Just To Think Of Shedding Everything Literally, Walking Away With Nothing At All, And Just Hitting The Road.

I'm Not A Vagrant... I'm A Hobo. Big Difference.

This Was Like July 13th, 1943, The Pivotal Day Of The Battle Of The Kursk. We Were Like Alexander Vasilevsky, The Soviet General. If We Attacked Now, This Minute, We Had To Keep On And On Attacking Until The Enemy Was Run Off His Feet And The War Was Won. If We Bogged Down Or Paused For Breath Even For A Second, We Would Be Overrun Again.

The Most Sustained Feat Of Imagination In Mystery Fiction Today.

I Know I'm Smarter Than An Armadillo