I need beaches, and blackness, and moonlit nakedness.

Good peo­ple drink good beer. Just look around any pub­lic bar­room and you will see: Bad peo­ple drink bad beer. Think about it.

It's hard to say what I meant by "as we know it." I'm not about to go up on a mountain on new year's eve and wait for the lightening to strike.

It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.

Truth is weirder than any fiction I've seen.

But I am in the gambling business, for good or ill; it is the business I have chosen, and the only governing rule that we all recognize is: always sit close to an exit and never trust a man who doesn't sweat.

I'm a relatively respectable citizen. Multiple felon perhaps, but certainly not dangerous.