Rich folks can tolerate almost anything, but not rejection.

John Grisham

John Grisham

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American


Rich folks can tolerate almost anything, but not rejection. John Grisham

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I read a story once about a guy who killed himself. Some shrink was going on about the futility of trying to understand it. It's impossible, makes no sense at all. Once a person reaches that point, he's in another world, one that his survivors will never understand.

In a famous 1963 decision, Brady v. Maryland, the U.S. Supreme Court held that the suppression by the prosecution of evidence favorable to an accused upon request violates due process where the evidence is material either to guilt or to punishment, irrespective of the good faith or bad faith of the prosecution.

I don't trust judges. Perhaps it's the nature of my profession. I like knockouts, not decisions.

Life is short..Live to the fullest..

Once again I had asked an innocent question, and because of it, I was banished from the conversation.

If you're gonna be stupid you gotta be tough.

When you wake up tomorrow, another day is behind you. The days add up; the weeks run together; the months become years.

And, you are no doubt familiar with the 1983 Supreme Court decision, the name escapes me right now, in which the Court ruled that before a person can be thrown in jail for not paying a fine it must be proven that he or she was willfully not paying. In other words, he could pay but he refused. All this and more, right?

He received his first death threat at the age of twenty-five, and started carrying a gun.

I was a lawyer for 10 years - a short time, but it molded me into who I am. My clients were little people fighting big corporations, so it was a natural thing to not only represent the little guy but also to pull for him - it's the American way.

If a prosecutor gets caught cheating, he either gets reelected or elevated to the bench. Our system never holds a bad prosecutor accountable.

He counts votes before he decides what to have for breakfast.

At eleven-fifteen it rang again, and Jake received his first death threat, anonymous of course. He was called a nigger-loving son of a bitch, one who would not live if the nigger walked.

He missed being broke, because when he had nothing he owed nothing and most of his classmates were in the same boat. Now that he had an income he worried constantly about mortgages, the overhead, credit cards, and realizing the American dream of becoming affluent. Not wealthy, just affluent.