So many wicked ways to scandal-skin a cat.
My dad was always snoozing on the couch, like Dagwood Bumstead. He was a lazy motherfucker. God bless him. He was always working on some kind of get-rich-quick scheme. This is what my dad was like: I'...
Where’s your sketch pad? I asked.… I gave that up, Kay said. I wasn’t very good, so I changed my major.To what?To pre-med, then psychology, then English lit, then history.I like a woman who knows what...
All I want to do is make serious movies that explore social issues and turn a profit, and slip the schnitzel to Jane DePugh.
If it would’ve been me, I would’ve left Hutch out of it. ’Cause Hutch, he was mean.
Pulling away, I realized I had no place to go and nothing I wanted to do except satisfy my curiosity about a woman who was coming on like gangbusters and a big load of grief.
Epidemic boo-hoo — ‘DON’T TELL MY WIFE!’ Leg-shackle clangs — the prostie vans shook…Panic down below: Shriners bagged en masse. Five men, fez hats flying — a whore grabbed one and pranced.
Big D. November '63. He was there that Big Weekend. He caught the Big Moment and took this Big Ride. He was a sergeant on Vegas PD. He was married. He had a chemistry degree. His father was a big Morm...
I am the most well-adjusted human being I know. I started out this investigation as a very happy man with a great career. I've got the life people dream about: I am rich, I am famous, I've got a fabul...
The spook pimp was up. The spook pimp was de-O’d and revived. He bossed his whores around. He made his whores strip. He made his whores hop on three tables. They linked up. They performed table tricks...
Don’t be so goddamn proper. Don’t be such a fucking saint.
All dressed up and no one to kill.
1:52 a.m. His favorite nightcap—coffee and Benzedrine.
Silver Shirts
I indulge prayer when the world seems incomprehensible and only a plea to the incomprehensible makes sense.
He wore piss-poor lime cologne. He sucked a hide-the-hooch lozenge.
Bissell fingered his napkin. I do, Mr. Boyd. And I know how generous Mr. Hoffa, Mr. Marcello and a few other Italian gentlemen have been to the Cause, and I know that you possess a certain amount of i...
Bons mots
You’d be better served taxing your conscience for those who deserve your regret.
There is no proportion. Pearl Harbor took care of that.