Write. Don't talk about writing. Don't tell me about your wonderful story ideas. Don't give me a bunch of 'somedays'. Plant your ass and scribble, type, keyboard. If you have any talent at all it will...
Rich men have dreams. Poor men die to make them come true.
One endured with humble dignity the consequences of youthful folly.
One's own yesterday is a ghost that will not be laid down.
Only a conquerer bothers to honor a fallen foe.
Still, the best augurs are those who divine from the portents of the past. They compile phenomenal records.
I'm a bad man. I need to understand the past. It illuminates the present.
The only exercise I get is jumping to conclusions.
Religion is something that gets hammered in early, and never really goes away. And has powers to move which go beyond anything rational.
My favorite sport is female and my favorite food is beer.
More evil gets done in the name of righteousness than any other way.
There are no self-proclaimed villains, only regiments of self-proclaimed saints. Victorious historians rule where good or evil lies.
Nevertheless, four hours after dawn they began dying for their cause.
Early birds. Let ’em eat worms.
A herd of minuscule lightning bugs poured out of One-Eye's nostrils. Good soldiers all, they fell into formation, spelling out the words
Quite unwittingly I saved the lives of twenty enemies of the Stranglers scheduled to be tortured and murdered during the night. The priests freed them to tell the world that the Deceivers were real an...
I cry for a little girl's dreams. I cry because the dreams will not die, though I am powerless to make them come true.
If a man speaks in the heart of a forest and no woman is there to hear him, is he still wrong?
I greeted the morning the only way that makes sense. I groaned. I groaned some more as I pried me off the sheet. Several thousand maniacs were raising hell out in the street. I muttered dreadful threa...