A Kid Of Your Age---any Kid---could Get

We Never Know Which Lives We Influence, Or When, Or Why. Not Until The Future Eats The Present, Anyway. We Know When It's Too Late.

Busy As A One Legged Man In An Ass Kicking Contest.

Amateurs Sit And Wait For Inspiration, The Rest Of Us Just Get Up And Go To Work.

Somebody Asked Somerset Maugham About His Place In The Pantheon Of Writers, And He Said, "i'm In The Very Front Row Of The Second Rate." I'm Sort Of Haunted By That.

The Redness Was Going Out Of The Light Now, The Remains Of The Day Were A Fading Pink, The Color Of Wild Roses.