I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble.

It’s goddamned funny in this police racket how an old woman can look out of a window and see a guy running and pick him out of a line-up six months later, but we can...

Fejezzük be ezt a beszélgetést. Túlságosan sok benne a felkiáltójel.

There are two kinds of truth: the truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The first of these is science, and the second is art. Neither is independent of the...

When I got home I mixed a stiff one and stood by the open window in the living room and sipped it and listened to the groundswell of traffic on Laurel Canyon Boulevard and looked...