Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

The thing that was important to me about Hemingway at the time was that Hemingway taught me that you could be a writer and get away with it.

We have bigger things to brood on and enormous reasons for wallowing in terminal craziness until we finally hit bottom.

Jesus! Did I SAY that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me? I glanced over at my attorney, but he seemed oblivious.

Nixon was so crooked that he needed servants to help him screw his pants on every morning.

They don't hardly make 'em like him any more - but just to be on the safe side, he should be castrated anyway.

Who knows? If there is in fact, a heaven and a hell, all we know for sure is that hell will be a viciously overcrowded version of Phoenix & a clean well lighted place full of sunshine and bromides and fast cars where almost everybody seems vaguely happy, except those who know in their hearts what is missing... And being driven slowly and quietly into the kind of terminal craziness that comes with finally understanding that the one thing you want is not there. Missing. Back-ordered. No tengo. Vaya con dios. Grow up! Small is better. Take what you can get.