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Well, Did He Do It?" She Always Asked The Irrelevant Question. It Didn't Matter In Terms Of The Strategy Of The Case Whether The Defendant "did It" Or Not. What Mattered Was The Evidence Against Him -- The Proof -- And If And How It Could Be Neutralized. My Job Was To Bury The Proof, To Color The Proof A Shade Of Gray. Gray Was The Color Of Reasonable Doubt.

When I Am So Intensely Involved With Writing My Books I Don't Like To Reread Them.

As A Bassist He Could Never Really Be A Sideman. He Was Always The Anchor. He Drove The Beat. Even If It Was Behind Miles Davis'a Horn.

It’s Lucky No One Else Knows What Our Most Secret Thoughts Are. We’d All Be Seen For The Cunning, Self-aggrandizing Fools We Are.

There Is Nothing Like The Start Of A Season, Before All The One-run Losses, Pitching Breakdowns And Missed Opportunities. Before Reality Sets In.