She was the music heard faintly on the edge of sound.

I was neat, clean, shaved and sober and I didn't care who knew it.

The wet air was as cold as the ashes of love.

The French have a phrase for it. The bastards have a phrase for everything and they are always right. To say goodbye is to die a little.

Their constant yelping about a free press means, with a few honorable exceptions, freedom to peddle scandal, crime, sex, sensationalism, hate, innuendo and the political and financial uses of propaganda. A newspaper is a business out to make money through advertising revenue. That is predicated on the circulation and you know what circulation depends on.

There are no vital and significant forms of art; there is only art, and precious little of that.

The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful die young, but that they grow old and mean. It will not happen to me.