Quotes from Carroll John Daly

His belly was flabby, and it got softer every time I hit it. I hit it often.

My life is my own, and the opinions of others don't interest me...

The tin pan notes of a piano drift faintly into the night. A man curses and a window slams. Far distant an ash can clatters on stone and the almost human screech of a cat pierces the night.

Them that live by the gun should die by the gun, is good sound twentieth century gospel.

If I have any rule pertaining to my profession, that rule is: anything can happen today. Nothing is impossible.

It all sounds like braggadocio, I suppose. But I can't help that. It's just the way I felt. Truth is truth, you know.

The dead so soon grow cold." Funny that I got that off. It was years since I had read Oscar Wilde or any of his wise cracks.

an airy-fairy sort of drifting movement

As Samuel Pepys would chirp—