Does a man become a revolutionary out of the belief he's entitled to joy rather than submission?

I wonder that religion can live or die on the strength of a faint, stirring breeze. The scent trail shifts, causing the predator to miss the pounce. One god draws in the breath of life and rises; another god expires.

If we can't, as artists, improve on real life, we should put down our pencils and go bake bread.

Cooking is 80 percent confidence, a skill best acquired starting from when the apron strings wrap around you twice.

I'm of a fearsome mind to throw my arms around every living librarian who crosses my path, on behalf of the souls they never knew they saved.

The last generation's worst fears became the next one's B-grade entertainment.

Something in me was always watching life from the outside, permanently obsessed with the notion of belonging vs. not-belonging [to a group]. It did not make for a happy childhood, but it was excellent training for a writer.