The author portrays himself in every line he writes and portrayal is always betrayal.

In a city you thought of all life as human life. You had to live in the heart of the woods to realize that humanity was a slight ripple on the surface of a flood of life that seeped into every vacant crack, flowed into every biological vacuum the moment it occurred.

That's the worst thing about money - the moment you have some you begin to suspect everyone of trying to take it away from you. And usually they are.

The author portrays himself in every line he writes and portrayal is always betrayal.

... law is a substitute for love.

To the Latin, cynicism and middle age are synonymous. Look at our politicians - they move through their careers from left to center to right, like the hands of a clock.

Were modern cities only beautiful after darkness hid everything but their lights?