The Number One Rule Of Thieves Is

When You Leave New York You Ain't Going Anywhere.

All Political Power Is Primarily An Illusion. Illusion. Mirrors And Blue Smoke, Beautiful Blue Smoke Rolling Over The Surface Of Highly Polished Mirrors, First A Thin Veil Of Blue Smoke, Then A Thick Cloud That Suddenly Dissolves Into Wisps Of Blue Smoke, The Mirrors Catching It All, Bouncing It Back And Forth.

Don't Trust A Brilliant Idea Unless It Survives The Hangover.

Media, The Plural Of Mediocrity.

I Became A Copy Boy. Not For Long. I Started Writing Stories.