It was the second time that day that I stood looking at a space where a large thing wasn't where it was supposed to be.

The problem with anger is that once it burns out, you're left with empty tanks.

A writer, like a sheriff, is the embodiment of a group of people and without their support both are in a tight spot.

He mulled that over. "Sheriff Connally woulda let us shoot 'em." I reached over and took his coffee away from him. "Yep. Lucian probably would have done the job himself, but we're living in more enlightened times." I drained his cup and handed it back with a smile. "Ain't it grand?

I looked over at her; if women knew how good they looked in the dash light of oversized pickup trucks, they'd never get out of them.

A life without friends means death without company. (Adiskidegabeko bizita, auzogabeko heriotza.) —BASQUE PROVERB

I approach poetry and spirituality like literary nitroglycerin -- a little can do a lot and you better damn well be careful with it.