If You Don't Read For Pleasure, You'll

Nothing Worthwhile Is Ever Without Complications.

I Didn't Get Fired." "you Didn't Punch Your Boss And Get Fired From The Tribune? That's What I Heard." "i Punched What Could Loosely Be Called A Colleague For Cribbing My Notes On A Story And Since The Editor–who Happened To Be The Asshole's Uncle–took His Word Over Mine, I Quit." "to Write Books. Is It Fun?" "i Guess It Is." "i Bet You Killed The Asshole In The First One You Wrote." "you'd Be Right. Beat Him To Death With A Shovel. Very Satisfying.

Into The Night, In The Dark, He Lay Beside Her, Listening To Her Breathe. He Knew The Varied And Sundry Reasons A Man Would Kill. But None Were More Fierce, None Were More Vital Than To Hold Safe What He Loved.

His Mind’s Always On Something Else. He’d Live In A Ratty Cardigan, And He’s Always Worrying Holes In The Pockets Of His Pants. He Can Never Seem To Find His Wallet Or Anything In The Refrigerator. And Just When You Think He’s Not Paying Any Attention To What You’re Saying Or Doing, He Comes Up With Exactly The Right Answer Or Solution.”", [j.d. Robb, Celebrity In Death"“people""who Expect Perfection In A Mate Miss A Lot Of Fun—and Sweetness.", [j.d. Robb, Celebrity In Death]

There Was Nothing Like A Saturday - Unless It Was The Saturday Leading Up To The Last Week Of School And Into Summer Vacation. That Of Course Was All The Saturdays Of Your Life Rolled Into One Big Shiny Ball.