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

With my broken down dogs beside me on the couch I turned over the last chapters of More Tales of the City tonight and included in those chapters were everything one might want in the ending of a novel—murder, sex, gay sex, cannibalism, a stray cat named Boris—as well as tattoo-backwards-on-your-face-so-you-can-read-them-in-the-mirror worthy quotes such as this:

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!