Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it always come around to where you started again.
Want a balloon?
There's no bitch on earth like a mother frightened for her kids.
If a book is not alive in the writer's mind, it is as dead as year-old horse-shit
He understood well enough how a man with a choice between pride and responsibility will almost always choose pride--if responsibility robs him of his manhood.
When you write a story you're telling yourself the story. When you rewrite your main job is taking out all the things that are NOT the story.
I gradually realized that I was seeing another example of creative ebb, another step by another art on the road that may indeed end in extinction.
Memory is the basis of every journey.
Life is fair. We all get the same nine-month shake in the box, and then the dice roll. Some people get a run of sevens. Some people, unfortunately, get snake-eyes. Its just how the world is.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, shame on both of us.
But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles i...
As for the end of the universe…I say let it come as it will, in ice, fire, or darkness. What did the universe ever do for me that I should mind its welfare?
There'a a phrase, "the elephant in the living room", which purports to describe what it's like to live with a drug addict, an alcoholic, an abuser. People outside such relationships will sometimes ask...
You lost your innocence when you grew up, all right, everyone knew that, but did you have to lose your hope, as well?
What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common....
I don't like people. They fuck me up.
Mrs. Cole was a perfect democrat. She hated all kids equally.
It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.
He supposed that even in Hell, people got an occasional sip of water, if only so they could appreciate the full horror of unrequited thirst when it set in again.
Luck's the word those with poor hearts use for ka...