Listen, then make up your own mind.

It's true what they say - all the good men are married. But it's marriage that makes them good.

I am writing about people who are alive in the city of New York during mid-20th-century America. And these people are like a character in a play or they are figures in a short story or a novel.

Even after they had stopped modeling for Playboy and had settled down with other men to raise families of their own, Hugh Hefner still considered them his women, and in the bound volumes of his magazine he would always possess them.

I could come up with 50 stories that I am thinking about.

The reporter wrote with the hope that he would get a by-line in the Times, a testimony to his being alive on that day and all the tomorrows of microfilm

People dress up for funerals. Why not dress up to celebrate that you’re alive?