This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.

These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead.

So often with beginning writers, the story that they want to start with is the most important story of their life - my molestation, my this, my horrible drug addiction - they want to tell that most important story, and they don't have the skills to tell it yet, so it ends up becoming a comedy. A powerful story told poorly becomes funny, it just makes people laugh behind their hands.

You know how both life and porno movies end. The only difference is life starts with the orgasm.

This is less teaching than damage control. You may as well paint a house that’s on fire.

It's easy to attack and destroy an act of creation. It's a lot more difficult to perform one.

How this feels is I'm just another task in God's daily planner: The Renaissance pencilled in for right after the Dark Ages. The Information Age is scheduled immediately after the Industrial Revolution. Then the Post-Modern Era, then The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Famine. Check. Pestilence. Check. War. Check. Death. Check. And between the big events, the earthquakes and tidal waves, God's got me squeezed in for a cameo appearance. Then maybe in thirty years, or maybe next year, God's daily planner has me finished.