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I’m in a fight for my career and the SOB won’t be there for me.

“You’re great with people. Ever since you got over the drooling problem.”

I drank every night until late and drew earth-shaking conclusions.

Cerberuses ran in packs, terrorizing drunks who fell in the snow.

At the copier, her back to him, running off copies, was Penny Ayler.

What I really meant to say is that I am tired. Beauty can demand so much.

The man lifted his shirt just enough to show the handle of a pistol.

Once, when young and proud, I tried to grasp the enormity of the past.

He’s not the skinny hippie all the paintings make Him out to be.

I once watched a man wax a hallway with an overweight rotary brush.

The man said in a hard voice, “I wanna fuck you, little Indian girl.”

Get all of it. Set up the shots. Get beautiful stuff and get the ugliness.

We’re fat! So what? They hadn’t yet tired of this chant, the play’s refrain.

Lori & Garry Marshall

Design a way to kill those rats, and do it now, Fiori, do it now.

What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?

What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?

If he could not evade a serious question by a joke, he bolted.

I had forgotten how to breathe, and then I learned again, all at once.

The onus is on you, because you care about your car and your life.

The lion was still near them, stalking. Crazed against its cautionary nature.

We can be naked in black light, the smell of unwash and old pot.

My job requires me to make things disappear like a Vegas magician.

Oh they pay me well. I make a small fortune. Yes they pay me well.

Dad is catnip to the lady residents. He’s tall and lean, plus he’s got all his hair.

América, make me wings large enough to carry me back and forth.

Dexter was unconsciously dictated to by his winter dreams.

Her mother singing out the window at trucks slamming the other way.

He never stopped reminding me that I was born in Harmony, Georgia.