At least I've had one foot in a very normal kind of life.

We made mad love shadow love random love and abandoned love. Accidentally like a martyr. The hurt gets worse, and the heart gets harder.

And if California slides into the ocean, as the mystics and statistics say it will, I predict this hotel will be standing until I've paid my bill.

Everywhere I go, I have my little Steinberger, and I like it very well.

I can saw a woman in two - but you won't want to look in the box when I'm through.

Little old lady got mutilated late last night, werewolves of London, again.

I missed jazz, kind of. And by the time I came to it in life, it was too intimidating to enjoy thoroughly.