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's own yesterday is a ghost that will not be laid down.
Only a conquerer bothers to honor a fallen foe.
One endured with humble dignity the consequences of youthful folly.
The only exercise I get is jumping to conclusions.
My favorite sport is female and my favorite food is beer.
I'm a bad man. I need to understand the past. It illuminates the present.
Still, the best augurs are those who divine from the portents of the past. They compile phenomenal records.
Early birds. Let ’em eat worms.
More evil gets done in the name of righteousness than any other way.
Religion is something that gets hammered in early, and never really goes away. And has powers to move which go beyond anything rational.
Nevertheless, four hours after dawn they began dying for their cause.
Nobody who wasn’t down there
There are no self-proclaimed villains, only regiments of self-proclaimed saints. Victorious historians rule where good or evil lies.
A herd of minuscule lightning bugs poured out of One-Eye's nostrils. Good soldiers all, they fell into formation, spelling out the words
Fright tends to fatten up on ignorance
What did we do today to frighten the world?
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...