An Author's First Duty Is To Let

The Sun Was In Mind To Come Out But Having A Look At The Weather It Was In Lost Heart And Went Back Again.

What The Hell Difference Does It Make, Left Or Right? There Were Good Men Lost On Both Sides.

Many A Man Has Decided To Stay Alive Not Because Of The Will To Live But Because Of The Determination Not To Give Assorted Surviving Bastards The Satisfaction Of His Death.

I Never Felt So Much At Home As I Do In New York. I Must Be A Devil.

You Made One Mistake. You Married Me.