Love, When You Get Fear In It,

Love, When You Get Fear In It, It's Not Love Any More. It's Hate.

The Hand That Holds The Money Cracks The Whip.

New York Is Not Even A City, It's A Congerie Of Rotten Villages.

I Make No Conscious Effort To Be Tough, Or Hard-boiled, Or Grim, Or Any Of The Things I Am Usually Called.

If Your Writing Doesn`t Keep You Up At Night, It Won`t Keep Anyone Else Up Either".