...it Isn't Foolish Or Wicked To Enjoy.

Old Friend, There Are People—young And Old—that I Like, And People That I Do Not Like. The Former Are Always In Short Supply. I Am Turned Off By Humorless Fanaticism, Whether It's Revolutionary Mumbo-jumbo By A Young One, Or Loud Lessons From Scripture By And Old One. We Are All Comical, Touching, Slapstick Animals, Walking On Our Hind Legs, Trying To Make It A Noble Journey From Womb To Tomb, And The People Who Can't See It All That Way Bore Hell Out Of Me.

The Dividing Line [between Friends And Acquaintances] Is Communication, I Think. A Friend Is Someone To Whom You Can Say Any Jackass Thing That Enters Your Mind. With Acquaintances, You Are Forever Aware Of Their Slightly Unreal Image Of You, And To Keep Them Content, You Edit Yourself To Fit. Many Marriages Are Between Acquaintances. You Can Be With A Person For Three Hours Of Your Life And Have A Friend. Another Will Remain An Acquaintance For Thirty Years.

To Enjoy Enduring Success We Should Travel A Little In Advance Of The World.

Way Over Half The Murders Committed In This Country Are By Close Friends Or Relatives Of The Deceased. A Gun Makes A Loud And Satisfying Noise In A Moment Of Passion And Requires No Agility And Very Little Strength. How Many Murders Wouldn't Happen, If They All Had To Use Hammers And Knives?

As I Holed Up In The City Of Angels, I Was Also Aware Of A Comforting Feeling Of Anonymity. In The World's Biggest Third-class City I Could Pass Unnoticed. I Spoke The Language. I Was Familiar With The Currency. I Could Drink The Water. I Could Almost Breathe The Air, Late April Air, Compounded Of Interesting Hydrocarbons.