Going to trial with a lawyer who considers your whole life-style a Crime in Progress is not a happy prospect.

I may sound a little black, but I'm really pretty well adjusted.

These things happen. One day you run everything, and the next day you run like a dog.

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.

There is probably some long-standing "rule" among writers, journalists, and other word-mongers that says: "When you start stealing from your own work you're in bad trouble." And it may be true.

We cannot expect people to have respect for law and order until we teach respect to those we have entrusted to enforce those laws.

If you have half a story and you don't know the rest, you use what you have to pry the rest out of someone.