Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.

I didn't approve of murder on general principles. Not even of people who seemed to go around begging for it.

He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.

I think it was Mark Twain who said, “Get your facts straight, and then you can distort them as much as you like.

I'm not insane. This is very simple, very straightforward. Provided he doesn't kill me, its foolproof.

The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.

Anyone who wasn't half-stoned on pain meds would have instantly realized what a really bad idea this plan was, but since that didn't include me, I didn't worry about it.