Why on earth should I care whether people read me with their eyes or their ears?

The short story, I should point out, is perforce a labor of love in today's literary world; there's precious little economic incentive to write one.

Booze and tobacco and lots of sex. It keeps a lad young.

Why on earth should I care whether people read me with their eyes or their ears?

New York is an ugly city, a dirty city... But there is one thing about it. Once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough.

To say I drank my way into marriage isn't much of an exaggeration, and it's none at all to say I drank my way out of it.

Everybody's weird, fundamentally everybody is a snap. Sometimes it's a sexual thing and sometimes it's a different kind of weirdness, but one way or another everybody's nuts.