If Fate Sends You A Lemon, Use

Something I Learned Long Ago. It Is Not Necessary To Know What A Person Is Afraid Of. It Is Enough To Know The Person Is Afraid.

Donald Westlake's Parker Novels Are Among The Small Number Of Books I Read Over And Over. Forget All That Crap You've Been Telling Yourself About War And Peace And Proust-these Are The Books You'll Want On That Desert Island.

To Say I Drank My Way Into Marriage Isn't Much Of An Exaggeration, And It's None At All To Say I Drank My Way Out Of It.

Asking Me Why I Did Or Didn't Do Anything Is Generally Pointless. How Do I Know? And Asking Me What I'll Do In The Future Is Even Less Rewarding.

Why On Earth Should I Care Whether People Read Me With Their Eyes Or Their Ears?