And to Hell With Anybody Who Thinks You're a Damned Fool

With my broken down dogs beside me on the sofa I turned over the last chapters of More Tales of the City tonight. Included in those pages were everything one could want in a novel—murder, cannibalism, gay sex, straight sex, a stray cat named Boris—as well as some tattoo-backwards-on-your-face-so-you-can-read-it-in-the-mirror-worthy quotes like this one:

Laugh all you want and cry all you want and whistle at pretty men in the street and to hell with anybody who thinks you're a damned fool!