The Streets Were Dark With Something More

A Dead Man Is The Best Fall Guy In The World. He Never Talks Back.

In Everything That Can Be Called Art There Is A Quality Of Redemption. It May Be Pure Tragedy, If It Is High Tragedy, And It May Be Pity And Irony, And It May Be The Raucous Laughter Of The Strong Man. But Down These Mean Streets A Man Must Go Who Is Not Himself Mean, Who Is Neither Tarnished Nor Afraid.

I Suppose All Writers Are Crazy, But If They Are Any Good, I Believe They Have A Terrible Honesty.

I Belonged In Idle Valley Like A Pearl Onion On A Banana Split.

She Gave Me A Smile I Could Feel In My Hip Pocket.