The Hand That Holds The Money Cracks

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

If You Can't Write Like New York, You Have No Business Living In New York And Making New York The Locale Of Your Stories.

Time Is The Only Critic.

I Write Of The Wish That Comes True--for Some Reason, A Terrifying Thought.

I Had Killed A Man, For Money And A Woman. I Didn't Have The Money And I Didn't Have The Woman.