Quotes from Paul Levine

When the woman you love is angry, it's best to give her space, time, and copious quantities of wine.

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standard fare in a county where gun control means holding it with two hands.

If they're still sullen and whiny when they pass nineteen, they probably always will be. Another half century of bitching and moaning about bosses and wives and how the other guys got all the luck. "Riggs. Charlie Riggs.

Cited Riley versus California." "That's my girl! Cocounsel, I mean. Jeez, that case came down just in time! Unanimous. All nine justices. Cops need a warrant to search your cell phone.

Add that to love, Mr. Lassiter. That's what we all need. Love and loyalty.

All life is three-to-one against, boychik, but you beat the odds.

in a county where gun control means holding it with two hands.

Let them see your joie de vivre. Let your beauty radiate outward like the rays of the sun, warming you with its breath, a lover's kiss. The sun gives us hope, renewal . . ." "Cancer," I added helpfully.

In the military, JAG lawyers switch sides. One day a prosecutor, the next day a defense lawyer. Maybe they should make civilian prosecutors do the same thing. Many are plagued with a disease I call emotional scurvy. Instead of lacking vitamin C, they've been shortchanged of empathy.

Wanda was one of the sighers and moaners, the omigod-I-never-dreamed-it-could-be-like-this-types. When she wasn't purring with cinematic sincerity, she was a warm and giving bedmate with the full complement of womanly slopes and curves and warm, tender places. Sometime around dawn, she told me I looked like Harrison Ford. Or was it Henry Ford?

have rights, too." Lassiter nodded at this pearl of tight-assed wisdom. "And you will not be swayed by sympathy for the injured person?" "Absolutely not." Lassiter smiled. Bingo! Marvin the Maven leaned toward Saul the Tailor and whispered, "Fatso saves his sympathy

Chrissy turned to me, leaned over, and gave me a peck on the cheek. "What's that for?" I asked. "For being a man I can look up to without lying on my back.

As a lawyer, I break as few rules as possible, and just as in football, I play the game without fear. My college coach, Joe Paterno at Penn State, once told me to stop thinking so much. "Buckle your chin strap and hit somebody. Play fast and hard, and something good will happen. Don't be afraid to lose.

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The sum total of our life experiences guides us in a way our conscious minds could never decipher. We make choices without realizing why and trigger events we never foresee. And always we rationalize who we are and why we act the way we do.

Knowledge of self is acquired through a shattered mirror. But we can always close our eyes.

I'm a grinder. I am not called to speak at fancy conventions in five-star hotels. The governor has not offered me black robes and elevated me to the bench. I am not interviewed by CNN to comment on the latest trial of the century. And I am not rich.

The retirees are gone from their plastic rockers on the front porches of the aging art-deco hotels. Hookers, dealers, pimps, chicken hawks, and runaways no longer stroll Ocean Drive, hustling their wares. The Yuppies have staked claims to South Beach, spiffing up the old buildings with turquoise and salmon paint, dressing themselves in bright, baggy cottons and silks, and hovering on the perimeter of perpetual trendiness.

Granny said. "Only fellow my age I know still got lead in his pencil.

Straining to appear judicial, he turned toward the jury box. "The jurors shall disregard the last… uh… colloquy between the witness and defense counsel." Might as well ask the residents of Pompeii to ignore the volcano.

anyone with a sense of humor is a likely candidate for the defense.

Stress! You been listening to them shrinks again? You didn't hear anything about stress when I was a girl." "When you were a girl, Freud wasn't old enough to masturbate.

she seemed to be one of those anti-gluten, pro-yoga, organic wine bar, Generation-Y echo boomers.