Expect the worst and that's what you'll get only it will be much worse.

The best book of the year, Grobel's writing is quite marvelous. The Hustons reads vividly, just like one of John Huston's great films.

Dear Mr Skully, I have caught my neck in a mangle and will be indisposed for eternity. Yours in death S.D.

You know, there must be happiness somewhere, when a lawyer dies.

I'm starved for love. Not ordinary love but real love. The love that's like music or something.

Sometimes you write and you find yourself almost wondering how it will turn out. I don't think every writer sort of almost admits that at some stage his books can take on their own kind of life it selves and simply lead away into directions that they're not kind of prepared for.

See all the women seated, youth in their face lifts, old age in their hands.