If the cards are stacked against you, reshuffle the deck.

As I holed up in the City of Angels, I was also aware of a comforting feeling of anonymity. In the world's biggest third-class city I could pass unnoticed. I spoke the language. I was familiar with the currency. I could drink the water. I could almost breathe the air, late April air, compounded of interesting hydrocarbons.

I want story, wit, music, wryness, color, and a sense of reality in what I read, and I try to get it in what I write.

Integrity is not a conditional word. It doesn't blow in the wind or change with the weather.

All thinking is done with the glands. Logic is added later to tidy things up.

Friendships, like marriages, are dependent on avoiding the unforgivable.

...it isn't foolish or wicked to enjoy. Wickedness is hurting people on purpose. I love what you are and who you are and how you are. You give me great joy. And you make horrible coffee.