Sit Around The Bars, Talked To People,

Favors Are Always For Ourselves. Especially When We Ask For Things For Other People.

I Know You Shouldn't Spit In Your Own Soup But I Think Most Crime Writing Is Like Tv And Doesn't Make Enormous Demands On One's Intellect.

I Find The Idea Of Vigilante Justice Very Attractive. I Like The Idea That The Murderer Decides That This Person Has Gone Too Far, And Nothing Will Happen To Him Unless She Does Something To Stop Him.

We Buy Things. We Wear Them Or Put Them On Our Walls, Or Sit On Them, But Anyone Who Wants To Can Take Them Away From Us. Or Break Them. ... Long After He's Dead, Someone Else Will Own Those Stupid Little Boxes, And Then Someone After Him, Just As Someone Owned Them Before He Did. But No One Ever Thinks Of That: Objects Survive Us And Go On Living. It's Stupid To Believe We Own Them. And It's Sinful For Them To Be So Important.

The Ending Is One Of My Blackest, Utterly Without Hope Of Any Sort.