Writing in the first person automatically gives you a point of view.

I thought that Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment that I cut his throat.

There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.

Whatever relationship you have, man or woman, you have to be very attentive and you have to be a very good friend to them regardless of what they do.

It should take you about four seconds to walk from here to the door. I'll give you two.

Most secrets should never be told, but especially those that are more menacing to the listener than to the teller.

I live in Brooklyn. By choice. Those ignorant of its allures are entitled to wonder why.