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

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

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.

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

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

The reality of what we really are is often times found in the small snips, way down at the bottom of things.

Manhattan cabs are born old.