A request not to worry is perhaps the least soothing message capable of human utterance..

murder is not polite..

there is no gateway to maturity; there is no line that is crossed. Maturity is like a maze, one path leading to another; it is like a great building ….

The complexity of human relationships is never simple to follow; it is like intricate lacework, but lacework made of steel..

Murder is a plant of slow growth..

I seat myself at the typewriter and hope, and lurk..

contemplating the misfortunes of others does not lighten one's own trouble but instead adds to it..