She Had Eyes Like Strange

One Would Think A Writer Would Be Happy Here — If A Writer Is Ever Happy Anywhere.

Organized Crime Is The Dirty Side Of The Sharp Dollar.

It Seemed Like A Nice Neighborhood To Have Bad Habits In.

Everything A Writer Learns About The Art Or Craft Of Fiction Takes Just A Little Away From His Need Or Desire To Write At All. In The End He Knows All The Tricks And Has Nothing To Say.

Television Is Just One More Facet Of That Considerable Segment Of Our Society That Never Had Any Standard But The Soft Buck.