3 Quotes by Carroll John Daly

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

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.

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