I Was As Hollow And Empty As

There Was A Desert Wind Blowing That Night. It Was One Of Those Hot Dry Santa Anas That Come Down Through The Mountain Passes And Curl Your Hair And Make Your Nerves Jump And Your Skin Itch. On Nights Like That Every Booze Party Ends In A Fight. Meek Little Wives Feel The Edge Of The Carving Knife And Study Their Husbands' Necks. Anything Can Happen. You Can Even Get A Full Glass Of Beer At A Cocktail Lounge.

I Was Neat, Clean, Shaved And Sober And I Didn't Care Who Knew It.

A Writer Who Is Afraid To Overreach Himself Is As Useless As A General Who Is Afraid To Be Wrong.

There Are No Vital And Significant Forms Of Art; There Is Only Art, And Precious Little Of That.

I Always Find What I Want. But When I Find It, I Don't Want It Any More.