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...
One endured with humble dignity the consequences of youthful folly.
Rich men have dreams. Poor men die to make them come true.
Only a conquerer bothers to honor a fallen foe.
One's own yesterday is a ghost that will not be laid down.
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.
Still, the best augurs are those who divine from the portents of the past. They compile phenomenal records.
Religion is something that gets hammered in early, and never really goes away. And has powers to move which go beyond anything rational.
The only exercise I get is jumping to conclusions.
A herd of minuscule lightning bugs poured out of One-Eye's nostrils. Good soldiers all, they fell into formation, spelling out the words
I'm a bad man. I need to understand the past. It illuminates the present.
My favorite sport is female and my favorite food is beer.
If a man speaks in the heart of a forest and no woman is there to hear him, is he still wrong?
Early birds. Let ’em eat worms.
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 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...
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.