Thereโs got to be something wrong with us. To do what we did.
No one will ever know what 'In Cold Blood' took out of me. It scraped me right down to the marrow of my bones. It nearly killed me. I think, in a way, it did kill me.
I prefer to underwrite. Simple, clear as a country creek.
[L]ove, having no geography, knows no boundaries.
Half the people who snuff people, that's what they want: recognition. Get their picture in the paper.
I suppose you think I'm very brazen. Or trรจs fou. Or something.' Not at all.' She seemed disappointed. 'Yes, you do. Everybody does. I don't mind. It's useful.