Time Is The Only Critic.

You Have To Wait For Your Mind To Catch Up With Whatever It Is It’s Working On; Then You Can Write A Novel.

I Had Killed A Man, For Money And A Woman. I Didn't Have The Money And I Didn't Have The Woman.

I Loved Her Like A Rabbit Loves A Rattlesnake

That's All It Takes, One Drop Of Fear To Curdle Love Into Hate.

New York Is Not Even A City, It's A Congerie Of Rotten Villages.