I Was A Really Bad Taxi Driver.

Everything You Do Leaves Traces, Doesn't It. The Life You've Lived Is Written All Over You, For Those Who Can Read.

I Wasn't That Into Crime Novels At All, But A Friend Introduced Me To The Work Of Jim Thompson - I Loved All His Books.

Love Surrounds You Like Steam In The Shower. You Can't See The Individual Drops, But You Get Warm. And Wet. And Clean.

I Have Problems With A Religion Which Says That Faith In Itself Is Enough For A Ticket To Heaven. In Other Words, That The Ideal Is Your Ability To Manipulate Your Own Common Sense To Accept Something Your Intellect Rejects. It's The Same Model Of Intellectual Submission That Dictatorships Have Used Throughout Time, The Concept Of A Higher Reasoning Without Any Obligation To Discharge The Burden Of Proof.

My Father Grew Up In Brooklyn, N.y., With My Grandparents. In Norwegian My Name Is Pronounced 'yoo' But My Father Used To Call Me 'joe.'