Mostly I just kill time," he said, "and it dies hard.

I like bars just after they open in the evening. When the air inside is still cool and clean and everything is shiny. The first quiet drink of the evening in a quiet bar -- that's wonderful.

Mostly I just kill time," he said, "and it dies hard.

There are two kinds of truth; The truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The fist of these is science and the second is art.

I looked down at the chessboard. The move with the knight was wrong. I put it back where I had moved it from. Knights had no meaning in this game. It wasn't a game for knights.

It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.

A city with all the personality of a paper cup. (On Los Angeles)