Writing is a solitary pursuit and I think you have to be partially at peace with yourself, but it's the other part that's usually producing the stuff worth reading.

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.

We've never done a coordinated music effort. Everything else we've done has been around a holiday - Halloween, Mardi Gras, half way to Mardi Gras, St. Patrick's Day.

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.

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?

Revolution is the industry of young men.

Maybe there really isn't any such thing as mortality; life simply wears us out with love.