I just do the best I can and write something interesting, to tell stories in an interesting way and move forward from there.

I, a product of the New Frontier and Great Society, honestly believed that the world pretty much owed me a living--all I had to do was wait around in order to live better than my parents.

You have to love a town where you can both smoke and gamble in a pharmacy.

Garlic is divine. Few food items can taste so many distinct ways, handled correctly. Misuse of garlic is a crime...Please, treat your garlic with respect...Avoid at all costs that vile spew you see rotting in oil in screwtop jars. Too lazy to peel fresh? You don't deserve to eat garlic.

Very few restaurant workers could even dream of eating in the restaurants they work in. Many do not make a living wage.

I learned a long time ago that trying to micromanage the perfect vacation is always a disaster. That leads to terrible times.

For a moment, or a second, the pinched expressions of the cynical, world-weary, throat-cutting, miserable bastards we've all had to become disappears, when we're confronted with something as simple as a plate of food.