The way his plump hand clutched at her hip seemed somehow improper; not morally, aesthetically.

Every day is a new day with me. All holds are off. All contracts are forgotten.

Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.

When I make fried chicken I always serve masses and masses of fresh mangos. It's a great combination.

I'm very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on forever. Not knowing what's yours until you've thrown it away.

It's a scientific fact that if you stay in California you lose one point of your IQ every year.

Champagne does have one regular drawback: swilled as a regular thing a certain sourness settles in the tummy, and the result is permanent bad breath. Really incurable.