I would introduce myself if it were not useless. The name I had last night will not be the same as the name I have tonight. For the moment, then, let me say that I am thinking of Sam Slovoda.

MIke Lee writes with honesty, penetration, wit and the ability to surprise the reader with an unexpected turn from time to time that enriches the experience.

The private terror of the liberal spirit is invariably suicide, not murder.

Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less. One is always living a little more or dying a little bit.

Amateurs... venture into scenes that a writer with more experience (and more professional concern) would bypass or eschew altogether.

Giving a camera to Diane Arbus is like putting a live grenade in the hands of a child.

Hip is the sophistication of the wise primitive in a giant jungle.