Survived one trip into
Oddly enough, I didn’t recall feeling that way the week before. I wasn’t certain how this revelation came about, but revelations are like that; they just smack you across the face one day, and you kno...
Mr. Stanley if you had stayed for your entire time in Hue at the mini-motel where they do not ask for passports or visas. Right. We should have done that. Anything else? Yes. How does your lady friend...
Most accidents, I’m convinced, are God’s way of getting rid of stupid people. Or if you believe in Darwinism, you wonder why there are any stupid people left in the world. Well, I guess they can repro...
But if I could choose how and when I wanted to die, I would want to be an eighty-year-old man shot by a jealous young husband who had caught me in bed with his teenage wife.
Buck next brought up the subject of the
And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
I recall very well a time when things were better at home. So, I must answer the age-old question: Do I move or make home improvements ?
ATTF) represented in this novel is based on the actual Joint Terrorism Task Force, though I have taken some literary license where necessary. The Joint Terrorism Task Force is an organization of dedic...
The journey home is never a direct route; it is, in fact, always circuitous, and somewhere along the way, we discover that the journey is more significant than the destination and that the people we m...
The Cubans say that sex is the only thing that Castro hasn’t rationed.
I spent most of my money on booze and broads and I wasted the rest of it.
He looked around the crowded room. The walls have ears. Actually, they have termites. And no one here cares what we’re talking about. Look, Mr. Macia, you have offered me two million dollars and it wi...
Confrontational is when I pull my gun. Argumentative is when I pull the trigger.
But, you know, shit happens even when you have a shit shield with you.
And some other shit, and the wife—can’t remember her name—would cry a lot. The kids were young. Three of them. They were okay, but they always talked about the big house they had in Cuba. And servants...