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

We were about to give up and call it a night when somebody threw the girl off the bridge.

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

A man with a credit card is in hock to his own image of himself.

Night and gin and music-the right setting for peeling off the thin clinging layers of bullshit and finding one's way down closer to the essential self.

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.

The dividing line [between friends and acquaintances] is communication, I think. A friend is someone to whom you can say any jackass thing that enters your mind. With acquaintances, you are forever aware of their slightly unreal image of you, and to keep them content, you edit yourself to fit. Many marriages are between acquaintances. You can be with a person for three hours of your life and have a friend. Another will remain an acquaintance for thirty years.