You kill people you hate or you kill in rage or you kill to get even, but you don't kill someone you're indifferent to.

There was an author who titled his books by days of the weeks and another one that used colors. Then there was Edward Gorey who wrote the book The Gashlycrumb Tinies, about the untimely death of 26 Victorian children, each representing a letter of the alphabet. I thought what a great way to link the titles.

What could smell better than supper being cooked by someone else?

Life was reduced to its four basic elements: air, food, drink, and a good friend.

There's really no such thing as an 'ex-cop' or a cop who's 'off-duty' or 'retired.' Once trained, once indoctrinated, a cop is always alert, assessing reality in terms of its potential for illegal acts.

There's nothing quite as irksome as someone else's mess.

After my years in Hollywood, I got tired of apologizing for work that really wasn't mine to begin with.