I've met them down in the Cost and Accounting Department, clean-shaven and in white collars. They can't see a damn thing ridiculous about themselves... only about you.

Randy lay there like a slug. It was his only defense.

In God we trust; all others pay cash.

In all my years of New York cab riding I have yet to find the colorful, philosophical cabdriver that keeps popping up on the late movies.

Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man.

I had woven a tapestry of obscenity that as far as I know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.

A man today never feels so alive as when he is hurtling from one point to another on the azimuth.