“[I]t’s interesting to get a look at Waits’ writing away from the context of his gravelly, whiskey-soaked, cigarette-burned voice.” - New York Post
“The man is a romantic . . . there’s emptiness, but not without yearning. . . . watch him loosen with the years, wriggle free of his own iambic tendencies and trusty metaphors . . . the stories seem to grow more acutely tragic, prices paid are greater than the next whiskey.” - San Diego Union-Tribune
