When the prisoner is brought down from Death Row he steps from the elevator directly into a "holding" room that adjoins the witness room. There are two cells in this "holding" room, two, in case it's a double execution. They're ordinary cells, just like this one, and the prisoner spends his last night there before his execu­tion in the morning, reading, listening to the radio, playing cards with the guards.

Good writing is rewriting.

I'll pay you a million dollars if you tell your life story for true.

She had only one flaw. She was perfect, otherwise whe was perfect.

It's odd about tattoos. I've talked to several hundred men convicted of homicide-multiple homicide, in most cases. The only common denominate- I could find among them was tattoos. A good eighty percent of them were heavily tattooed.

Still, when all is said, somewhere one must belong: even the soaring falcon returns to its master's wrist.

That's all a writer has to write about - what he sees and hears and what not.