The writer's way is rough and lonely, and who would choose it while there are vacancies in more gracious professions, such as, say, cleaning out ferryboats?

Now to me, Edith looks like something that would eat her young.

Don't feel bad when I die; I've been dead for a long time.

Salary is no object: I want only enough to keep body and soul apart.

Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.

I find her anecdotes more efficacious than sheep-counting, rain on a tin roof, or alanol tablets.... you will find me and Morpheus, off in a corner, necking.

Friends come and go but I wouldn't have thought you'd be one of them