Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?
Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.
The shovel is the brother to the gun.
If I added to their pride of America, I am happy.
I knew I would read all kinds of books and try to get at what it is that makes good writers good. But I made no promises that I would write books a lot of people would like to read.
A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes.