I Write About Rats Because They Scare

When All Else Fails, Give Up And Go To The Library.

How Many Times, Over How Many Years, Had He—a Grown Man—asked For The Mercy Of Another Chance? He Was Suddenly So Sick Of Himself, So Revolted, That He Could Have Groaned Aloud.

It's A Little Place On The Pacific Ocean. You Know What The Mexicans Say About The Pacific? They Say It Has No Memory. That's Where I Want To Live The Rest Of My Life. A Warm Place With No Memory.

No One Can Be As Intellectually Slothful As A Really Smart Person

Murder Is Like Potato Chips: You Can't Stop With Just One.