To Say I Drank My Way Into

New York Is An Ugly City, A Dirty City... But There Is One Thing About It. Once You Have Lived In New York And It Has Become Your Home, No Place Else Is Good Enough.

Booze And Tobacco And Lots Of Sex. It Keeps A Lad Young.

I Think Persistence In The Face Of Adversity Is An Essential Part Of A Writer’s Job Description. If You Don’t Care Enough About It To Avoid Being Easily Disheartened That Way, You Really Should Be Doing Something Else.

This Church Was Open And Seemingly Unattended, And It Was A Throwback In Another Way As Well. The Candles In The Little Side Altars Were Real Ones, Actual Wax Candles That Burned With An Open Flame. Lots Of Churches Have Switched Over To Electrified Altars. You Drop Your Quarter In The Slot And A Flame-shaped Bulb Goes On And Stays On For Your Quarter's Worth Of Time. It's Like A Parking Meter, And If You Stay Too Long They Tow Away Your Soul.

Donald Westlake's Parker Novels Are Among The Small Number Of Books I Read Over And Over. Forget All That Crap You've Been Telling Yourself About War And Peace And Proust-these Are The Books You'll Want On That Desert Island.