If You Can't Write Like New York,

New York Is Not Even A City, It's A Congerie Of Rotten Villages.

You Usually Can Tell When A Writer Is Going Down Hill By The Size Of His Liquor Bill.

Stealing A Man's Wife, That's Nothing, But Stealing His Car, That's Larceny.

A Home Is Not A Museum. It Doesn't Have To Be Furnished With Picasso Paintings, Or Sheraton Suites, Or Oriental Rugs, Or Chinese Pottery. But It Does Have To Be Furnished With Things That Mean Something To You.

I Make No Conscious Effort To Be Tough, Or Hard-boiled, Or Grim, Or Any Of The Things I Am Usually Called.