Quotes from Paul Levine

I don't tweet or blog or order pizza with arugula on top. So, yeah, call me old school.

Knowledge of self is a precious commodity, dearer than the finest gemstone. The mirror I held before me now was not laced with gold filigree. It was cold and flat and bared every shadow on my soul.

In my playing days, like a lot of jocks, I hung out at places like the Booby Trap and Cheetah and other strip joints. Booze and breasts and wasted nights. Maybe getting older and presumably wiser ain't such a bad deal.

Women, I have long believed, are the more evolved of the species and have attained some higher level of being. Men act as if we just crawled from the swamp, our webbed feet dripping brackish water as we waddle ashore, seeking to mate with a female or, lacking that, a warm patch of mud.

PETA, she'd change the name to People for Especially Tasty Animals. But

She had marinated the fish filets in a mixture of tequila, lime juice, and orange liqueur, with a touch of olive oil and garlic. Now, she spooned a sauce of tomato, jalapeno, onion, and brown sugar over the cooked fish.

good lawyer is part con man, part priest—promising riches, threatening hell. The rainmakers are the best paid among us and have coined a remarkably candid phrase: We eat what we kill. Hey, they don't call us sharks for our ability to swim.

No way. He said if I went to bed with him, he'd name me in his will. So I did it, and now, guess what, he's dead." "Congratulations." "No. Read it! Paragraph seventeen." She thrust the document in front of Steve's eyes, and he read aloud. "'Finally, I promised Ms. Gina Capretto that I would name her in my will. Hello, Gina.

Distance runners are their own breed. Skinny. Self-sufficient. Patient. Able to endure and conquer pain. Often loners

Granny was sizzling butter in an iron skillet on the gas range, and I was working the chicken-fried steak assembly line. I had just dropped a slab of meat into a bowl of flour, turning it over to coat both sides. Then I dipped the meat into a bowl of milk and eggs, letting the steak swim a bit. Finally, I put it back into the flour. That's how you bread steak

Damn, a mirror can be a lethal weapon, and self-knowledge a poisoned pill. I had been a self-centered and egotistical jock with all the trappings of stunted male adolescence. Back then, I had yet to develop the empathy for others that marks the passage into manhood.

said. He started packing, dropping a cap and sunglasses

As Plautus said, lupus est homo homini. Man is a wolf to man. Inhumanity is often at its worst inside the family.

My desk was covered with little white telephone messages. Office confetti. You think the universe comes to a halt when you are locked into your own little world, but it doesn't. It goes on whether you're in trial or at war or under the surgeon's knife. Or dead.

All of us live with our own demons, do penance in our private ways. We need our friends for support and advice, but we draw our strength from within. In the end we are alone.

All of us live with our own demons, do penance in our private ways. We need other people for support, but we draw our strength from within. In the end, despite faith and friends, we are alone.

I try to go through life doing the least damage possible. Having fun without hurting anyone, maybe doing a little good along the way, but without taking myself too seriously.

I'm not saying she's dumb, but she thinks the Silicon Valley is the space between her tits.

My mind is a warehouse of information like that, bushels of scrap paper filled with notes.

A Friend Will Help You Move. A Real Friend Will Help You Move a Body.

Objection! Repetitious." Socolow was on his feet. "Sustained. Mr. Lassiter, I do think you've mined this ground." "Thank you, Your Honor," I said, bowing slightly, more to loosen up my back than pay homage to the judge.

the news is often accurate without being truthful.

I stored the information for later use. My mind is a warehouse of information like that, bushels of scrap paper filled with notes.

Is this what you two cooked up? Good cop, insane cop?