I need beaches, and blackness, and moonlit nakedness.

We are turning into a nation of whimpering slaves to Fear

Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested.

March is a month without mercy for rabid basketball fans. There is no such thing as a 'gentleman gambler' when the Big Dance rolls around. All sheep will be fleeced, all fools will be punished severely... There are no Rules when the deal goes down in the final weeks of March. Even your good friends will turn into monsters.

Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop.

I have never believed much in luck, and my sense of humor has tended to walk on the dark side.

The Jews don't beleive in Jesus! Why should I?! WHOOOEEEE!!