I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone's imagination.

There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment.

A man can live on his wits and his balls for only so long.

I think it might be better to have the President sort of like the King of England - or the Queen - and have the real business of the presidency conducted by ... a city manager-type, a Prime Minister, somebody who's directly answerable to Congress, rather than a person who moves all his friends into the White House and does whatever he wants for four years.

Though I was careful never to mention it, I began to see a new dimension in everything that happened.

Houston is a cruel, crazy town on a filthy river in East Texas with no zoning laws and a culture of sex, money and violence. It's a shabby, sprawling metropolis ruled by brazen women, crooked cops and super-rich pansexual cowboys who live by the code of the West -- which can mean just about anything you need it to mean, in a pinch.

I am a road man for the lords of karma.