Never Eat In A Place Called 'mom's'.

And Money Can't Buy Everything. For Example: Poverty.

A Book, A True Book, Is The Writer's Confessional. For, Whether He Would Have It So Or Not, He Is Betrayed, Directly Or Indirectly, By His Characters, Into Presenting Publicly His Innermost Feelings.

Watch For A Wild Boy Of No Particular Clan, Ready For Anything, Always Armed. Prefers Fighting To Toil, Drink To Fighting, Chasing Women To Booze Or Battle: May Attempt All Three Concurrently.

And Never, Ever, No Matter What Else You Do In Your Whole Life, Never Sleep With Anyone Whose Troubles Are Worse Than Your Own.

...he Said, With Sort Of A Little Derisive Smile, "how Can You Walk Down The Street With All This Stuff Going On Inside You?" I Said, "i Don't Know How You Can Walk Down The Street With Nothing Going On Inside You.