But death, fires, and burglary, make all men equals...

I only know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys, and beef-faced boys.

'It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper,' said Mr. Bumble. 'So cry away.'

There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast.

'Over here is the drug trade we die for drugs/ Over there they die from what we buy from drugs'

Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion …

When Marilyn Monroe got out of the game, I wrote something like, 'Southern California's special horror notwithstanding, if the world offered nothing, nowhere t…