There Is No Bad Whiskey. There Are

A City With All The Personality Of A Paper Cup. (on Los Angeles)

Down These Mean Streets A Man Must Go Who Is Neither Tarnished Nor Afraid

Neither Of The Two People In The Room Paid Any Attention To The Way I Came In, Although Only One Of Them Was Dead.

She Had Eyes Like Strange Sins.

Police Business Is A Hell Of A Problem. It's A Good Deal Like Politics. It Asks For The Highest Type Of Men, And There's Nothing In It To Attract The Highest Type Of Men.