Bright was the light of my last martini on my moral horizon

The sense of a long last night over civilization is back again.

When I read it ["Tough Guys Don't Dance"], I don't wince, which is all I ever ask for a book I write.

Love is simple to understand if you haven't got a mind soft and full of holes. It's a crutch, that's all, and there isn't any one of us that doesn't need a crutch.

There's nothing glorious about being a professional. . . . Professionalism probably comes down to being able to work on a bad day.

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.

Bright was the light of my last martini on my moral horizon