Given my own circumstances, I find that anything can turn out to belong nearly anywhere.

You force people to stop asking questions, and before you know it they have auctioned off the question mark, or sold it for scrap. No boldness. No good ideas for fixing what's broken in the land. Because if you happen to mention it's broken, you are automatically disqualified.

Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side.

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for!

Don't wait for the muse. She has a lousy work ethic. Writers just write.

To think is not always to see.