If There Is Any Human

Age Is A Clever Thief. It Takes A Little From You Each Day, So You're Not Aware Of Your Loss Until It'd Irreversible.

And Like Most Middle-aged People Who Hear The Clock Ticking In Their Lives, I Had Come To Resent A Waste Or Theft Of My Time That Was Greater Than Any Theft Of My Goods Or Money.

Success, Like Fashion, Is A Fickle Companion And Can Leave One In The Wink Of An Eye.

I Think The "crime Novel" Has Replaced The Sociological Novel Of The 1930s. I Think The Progenitor Of That Tradition Is James M. Cain, Who In My View Is The Most Neglected Writer In American Literature.

It Has Been My Experience That Most Human Stories Are Circular Rather Than Linear. Regardless Of The Path We Choose, We Somehow End Up Where We Commenced - In Part, I Suspect, Because The Child Who Lives In Us Goes Along For The Ride.