Nixon represents that dark, venal and incurably violent side of the American character almost every other country in the world has learned to fear and despise.

Las Vegas is the savage heart of the American Dream.

North Vegas is where you go if you're a hooker turning forty and the syndicate men on the strip decide you're no longer much good for business out there with the high rollers.

Cover a war in a place where you can't drink beer or talk to a woman? Hell no!

I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

Sportswriters are a rude and brainless subculture of fascist drunks, a gang of vicious monkeys jerking off in a zoo cage... more disgusting by nature than maggots oozing out the carcass of a dead animal.

Most of my friends are into strange things I don't really understand - and with a few shameful exceptions I wish them all well. Who am I, after all, to tell some friend he shouldn't change his name to Oliver High, get rid of his family, and join a Satanism cult in Seattle? Or to argue with another friend who wants to buy a single-shot Remington Fireball so he can go out and shoot cops from a safe distance?