When A Novel Comes, It's A Grace.

It All Comes Down To Who Does The Dishes.

Three Miles Long And Two Streets Wide, The Town Curls Around The Bay ... A Gaudy Run With Mediterranean Splashes Of Color, Crowded Steep-pitched Roofs, Fishing Piers And Fishing Boats Whose Stench Of Mackerel And Gasoline Is As Aphrodisiac To The Sensuous Nose As The Clean Bar-whisky Smell Of A Nightclub Where Call Girls Congregate.

The Horror Of The Twentieth Century Was The Size Of Each New Event, And The Paucity Of Its Reverberation.

The Desire For Success Lubricates Secret Prostitution In The Soul.

Sentimentality Is The Emotional Promiscuity Of Those Who Have No Sentiment.