I'm Still Picking Pockets--i Just Do It

You're Going To Be Unemployed If You Really Think You Just Have To Sit Around And Wait For The Muse To Land On Your Shoulder.

You Mess With One Quinn, You Mess With Them All.

Eve: "she Had Big Plans For Me. Kind Of A Pet, I Imagine. Like William. Her Little Trained Dog. And With You Dead, She Figured I'd Inherit All Your Goodies. You're Not Going To Do That To Me Are You?" Roarke: "what, Die?" Eve: "leave Me All This Stuff." Roarke: "only You Would Be Annoyed By That.

It Was A Joint, Which Put It One Slippery Step Up From A Dive.

I Need To Write To Be Happy.